Through suffocating forest
false trails and tangles
testing and temptations,
and as you step over
a fallen slippery trunk
you see ahead
a sun dappled clearing,
breaking past
cloying branches,
into space
it seems almost
time stands still,
as you spin in flower
meadow grass;
a new refreshing.

Spring
season of snow petals
and snow flakes,
sun and shivery.
Life seems caught
in between
the hard chill of Winter
and warm call of Summer,
Celebrate bride!
and as you walk
your feet hasten
the new season,
opening new hope
new opportunities
deeper understanding
of His love
for you.

What flower
is your God?
A fragrant red rose with the 
crown of thorns,
the camellia that blooms
briefly
and falls to the ground,
the dotting grass daisy 
everywhere you walk,
almost commonplace,
the daphne
fragrant hidden colour
sweet on the breeze
stronger in the sun…
All of these
and more
look close and see
my amazing beauty
smell, relax
take in my fragrance
this weekend.

Threaded between
tall multicoloured lupins
spider web symmetry,
And as you look
closer you see yourself
Hanging by a thread
spinning like
a climber on a rope,
but feeling only
a fragile connection
to the anchor,
to the One.
Now He asks you
to let go
disconnect the line!
and fall
into His arms...
Safe and secure
Soaking in His love.

When you look back 
the dark forest shapes
become the city buildings,
You were 
the wanderer
of dim alleys and
bright city 
night lights,
where Time slips 
so easily
in electronic distractions
moments eaten
byte by bite
and routine mixes
with unexpected pain
into a life
that seems not quite yours.
Not quite what you hoped.

I know you
your heart
your thoughts
your struggles
your celebrations
I love your
curiosity
your questions
as you search
your innermost…
Rest today
Rest in my words
Rest in my love
Rest in my peace
Let me take care 
of the rest.
Let me be
the light to your feet
the light in your eyes

Refreshed
in the stillness,
Quickened
in the rhythm and beat,
Opened 
in the words,
Connected
in the conversations,
Challenged
in the call,
Loved
deep in my heartbeat,
My daughter
dance into this weekend.
respond to my power
respond to my song
respond to my freedom
open connections
with me
Hear my voice
in the still
and the storm,
For I am
the Word
who desires
chooses
to meet you.

This weekend
be different,
In hope
look to the One,
be assured of My strength
My Power
My love
and rise free
in and above
forests and clearings
on the wings of eagles.


Poem Tags
#bride, #christian, #flowers, #forest, #love, #poetry, #rest, #risks, #wings, #spoken-word, #women
Prompt
Created for a women's conference. Encouragement to relax, step out and discover new things in God.