When snow has come and lingered for a time, The mountains shine like pure white satin sheets. The jagged rocks that stand and point like knives, Have but a look of poise and symmetry. The houses they in hibernation go, and sink like ships way deep beneath the waves. Cold air does whoosh in frigid gusty blows, But stops to peek a while inside a cave. The birds take off from empty bare tree nests, To seek their food which they know is not there. The trees did fall asleep like all the rest Of this great wintry beauty of no where. The hunters coming back from years afar, Do find their world still bright like heaven’s star.
Remember, not everything is what it appears to be. Just when you least expect it, the “curtain” can go up and things are then seen in the truest light.
Forgiveness, a symphony of music freeing the soul, A gift, surpassing all others because it comes from an enemy, yet is heart felt. When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given, the heart cries, singing a song of anger, rage, and hatred.
Forgiveness, a light, guiding on a righteous path, leading only to God. A healing that cleanses, washes, so contamination is no longer a threat. When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given, the light slowly dies along with the soul.
Forgiveness, a freedom, like the eagle taking flight above the clouds, carried on the whip of the wind. A rush of adrenaline, knowing you have the potential to do all that is right and good. When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given, the wings break, plummeting you to earth, never to fly again.
Forgiveness, a dove, that lay in the heart and soul, to rest, bringing happiness within. A sense of peace, giving the knowledge that we will be able to grow as sweetly scented flowers in the righteousness of God’s heavenly garden. When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given, we flowers die, becoming thorns among men.
Now, I release unto you the greatest gift, that of forgiveness, sitting on the wings of a dove as it grants you peace, flies you toward your freedom down the path of light to your Savior’s loving arms.
I sit and look up to the sky, With heart felt tears within my eyes, The clouds they float and pass away, But will this hurt I have caused today? The leaves they whither and fall to the ground, Like my heart when this sadness mounds. This rain and thunder I wish I could erase, And wipe the pain from your sweet face. But I can’t change what I have done, Like the blowing wind the past is gone. I can only offer this with every part, And say I am sorry with all my heart.
God’s beauty, a wonder, a secret never told, vast majestic mountains in its palace of white gold.
Oh you people in the valley of the village down below, roam in silence always seeking for the secret never told.
The mist that lightly lingers, gently staggers wide white fingers, through a dark collage of mountains laying to rest upon the snow to find the secret never told.
Look on sea blue skies and see a dove that carries warmth from me. Lie your weary soul on soft smooth sand, close your eyes, I’ll take your hand. Smell the sweetness that painted flowers send, and know the comfort to thee I do attend. Listen, to the woosh of the waves, hear my whispering words that linger lightly as they say, look at me, across the vast expanse of time, I am with you, in heart and in mind.
When you’re writing, whether it’s a short story, a novel, or a poem, do you pay attention to what is going on around you when you aren’t writing? Sometimes I’ll write down what I hear/see in my journal for later use and sometimes I don’t. Most times I remember. I know what you must be thinking. “How can you remember all that?” Well, I don’t. It isn’t until I’m writing a scene, and what I’m writing triggers a memory of something I saw or heard, then if it fits the scene, I use it. But, most often it’s only snippets of a conversation or something I saw that I end up using. Journals are a wonderful thing though and can contain a treasure trove of useful info. Take what you can from real life and mold it like clay.
The pictures below of are my journal for my novel The Triunix of Time. As you can see from the warn tabs and such, it’s been used quite a bit.
