“To Whom It May Concern” (Letter 2)

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Below is a poem very similar to the first one I posted, only it was written this summer…under completely different circumstances. In writing this (and really all summer long) the Lord was (and still is) teaching me the treasure of His presence and relationship in the midst of hardship and loneliness. For that I am so very thankful. It is my prayer that you are inspired as well.

“I saw footprints blaze a trail through the morning dew,

Once again, darling, I started looking, hoping for you,

Only, this path was different from the last,

It was lonely, long, and unlike the hopeful past,

The prints continued but seemed sluggish and wide spaced,

One set in front of the next, yet they lacked fast pace,

As the others had been bathed in light,

It felt as though these were flooded in night,

I thought all at once I might burst; simply run,

But then I looked up and there shone the SON,

Ever steady and true,

It pleaded with me to hope anew,

Overwhelmed by its brilliance and heat,

It seemed to whisper to me, “Don’t worry whose feet,

Though the path seem long and unpleasant at times,

Remember, the Poet uses even long rhymes.”

I smiled at the SON again, delighting in its heat,

Now I know its preparing me for when paths meet…”

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“To Whom It May Concern”

Below is a poem I wrote the summer of 2013. I was hopeful about the possibility of having someone who would invest in me and I in them, but at the same time I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. Through this poem I attempted to capture my conflicting feelings and what Jesus was telling me through it all. Hope it is an encouragement!

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“I see footprints through the morning dew…

And I must say, darling, it reminds me of you.

A new beginning with only one path,

Earth and sky using sunlight for a bath.

As I breathe in the fresh morning air,

I dream of the love we’ll someday share.

The birds merrily sing songs that declare

The beauty that will be – yet warn me to prepare.

Yes, prepare for the day and diligently keep my heart.

Not to be carried away or even given freely on my part.

But, I am to joyfully greet each day with a song.

To heed the sky’s reminder that it is to Him I belong.

And as the grass will again become wet with dew,

So my face will be with tears when I see footprints leading to you.

So I ask you to seek His face and His commands,

And someday my dear, we’ll walk hand in hand.”