The Last Petal, a poetic thought from two perspectives of pain and hope.

 

The Last Petal

Two Perspectives

                                                        

Winter rain finally came. 

The dreary hangs over the already weary;

The drizzle, the drench

Does not quench --no foundation

Sinkholes, torrents on every side

Collide. 

 

Break thru the mist--

Prayers for absorption.

Promise of Spring

All things new. 

But it's the same old...

Why this low cloud pressure-

The puddles so blue? 

Need of a sunshine measure

To paint the rainbow smile

Always hope, right? 

I'll plant the seeds,

Grace, stay for more than awhile 

 

Love pulls her feet; let’s breathe together

Look. Listen. See. 

No rain weather.

Find it! Dear one

It's your life raft, Beloved...

 

I just want rest...

 

Closing in, each petal painfully plucked.

I see no beauty now, did I ever?

In Your Creation

“The moon and stars…” she reads

“I am so much more”...she insists.

Am I? 

The bath is drawn to once more 

Try and cleanse the infested.

And in the aftermath 

Of confusion and grief,

You and me memories will never be brief.

The deeper pool of promise

 Intentionally I submerge, 

 

Again and again

For God is good and merciful and true

Even in the last petal, 

Through this new quench of tears,

May Your Glory emerge. 

   Considerably yours,  Coleene   

SUICIDE AND CRISES LIFELINE DIAL 988   

"Sweet Anticipation"

What will we know? What power will we find?

Sweet anticipation of a fruit divine.

The choice left us rotten,

But not ever forgotten.

For a promise was planned in miraculous love;

Sweet anticipation from Holy God above.

Could we wait? Could we see?

The Savior that was coming for you and for me?

The presents sparkle and shimmer

The stockings are covered in glitter

The cookies crumble and crunch,

Anticipating the big office party lunch.

Sweet anticipation of a nice bonus check

Didn't come this year?  What the heck?

Who's strung up the best holiday lights?

Not so sweet anticipation of stressful family fights.

Sound familiar? Anticipating more?

Do you hear a knock on your heart's closed door?

Oh it's Jesus; and He doesn't want to barge in.

But He thought He was invited when He forgave you your sin.

Double check your list, A- oh… no invite sent.

Anticipating now, everything you spent,

Can I give to the Army or some other noble cause?

What if I just play Santa Claus?

Jesus comes in and just takes a seat.

I'm anxious to know what to offer Him to eat.

"Stop doing, He says, and listen, be still,

I want to remind you to follow my Will."

“For I came to free you from your anxious days

A bonus check that for all of eternity pays.”

Sweet anticipation of a dark, Silent Night

  And a Babe who will give us salvation’s pure light.

 So renew the relationship you started that day

 And invite the Savior to come over and stay!

  Sweet anticipation of hope and true peace,

     And a Savior, whose love for you will not cease.

  Christmas 2009

 Coleene VanTilburg

 John 14: 27

 Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you.

 Not as the world gives, do I give you.

  Let not your heart be troubled,

 Nor let it be fearful.