Parallels
by Michelle Stace

Storms of grief raining down from the heavens,
Long cherished hopes blowing every direction;
Light 'ning pierced clouds, heart bleeding and broken.
But storms always end and clouds move away,
Sunlight through mist makes a rainbow of promise . . .
"Never will I leave thee, I am here to stay."

Golden warm is the light of the setting sun;
Pillars of cloud are glowing reflection.
Can my life cast that same kind of glow?
Color deepens to crimson . . . a crimson flow.
It's the deepest of sacrifice given to others;
Can my life be given for the sake of another?

There are those who are given rivers of water;
No will of their own just flowing where told.
Some dam the flow, then sadly life falters;
The unmoving water grows stagnant and old.
Can God's pure waters through me be living
Down steep falls of life in joyful self-giving?

Why are there flowers in unseen places,
With delicate beauty no eyes to behold?
Sweet drifting fragrance surely not wasted;
What purpose have they if not for show?
But the Master knows, in them takes greatest pleasure.
They're blooming in love and faith without question.
Does my heart grow flowers God will rejoice in?


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