Among The Wildflowers

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I belong among the wildflowers…

With the sun on my back and the breeze blowing through my hair.

With the movement of every muscle,

And in every twitch and chain reaction, I rejoice, I’m alive!

Yes, with the flowers I bloom- in the hope of a fresh season,

And the anticipation of new colors.

Their beauty is simple and asks for no applause.

They stand unique but united in their purpose.

Lord how I want to be like the flowers before you…

Brave, beautiful, and full of life.

I belong among the wildflowers…

“Choose”

 

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Forever there will be new, exhilarating, fast.

But you’ve got me falling slow, easy, deep.

I love to pretend I could fly and touch the clouds that sit so proudly upon the wings of the sky.

Yet you let me down gently, softly, faithfully to solid ground-

Working your way into my dearest affections.

The taste of adventure and grand romance,

The feeling of safety and home,

If I had the choice which would I choose…?

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Decided to try a little free verse this time! Actually this is what happens  when I read too much Anne of Green Gables… 😉

“If” (Psalm 124)

A couple of weeks ago our church began a series on the Psalms of Accents. As well as reading the chapter for the week and spending time in prayer, one of the challenges is to re-write the psalm of the week in our own words. I will confess I haven’t been very consistent in following along with every daily discipline, but this week’s psalm really hit home for me. These particular psalms have been encouraging to read because they are about fellow Believers on a journey. As they ascended to Jerusalem every year to celebrate their feasts, the Jewish pilgrims faced hardship, danger, and doubt. But still they sang. I admire their honesty, and though their feelings didn’t always match up, they acknowledge that the Lord was their help and hope no matter what. This example challenges me to keep singing real authentic songs to the Lord as I journey. As well as to keep in mind the great hope we have living on this side of the cross. Hope you are encouraged by this as well! Keep pressing on!

This week’s psalm is Psalm 124. Here it is re-written in my own words.

“If the Lord had not been on my side, if He hadn’t been for me-

I will say-

If the Lord had not been on my side fighting with me when men accused me and came against me, then they would have prevailed.

I would have fought for my life while they held it in their hands.

They would have overtaken me in their anger, and the waters of adversity would have overwhelmed me.

The feelings of despair raging inside would have swept over and engulfed me.

*But God.

Praise the Lord who counseled me and delivered me!

He is my comfort and stay. He has not allowed me to be torn apart. He has not allowed my undoing.

Rather, He has provided a way of escape. He has set me free-Eternally from sin and despair.

My help is in the name of ‘Yahweh, the Maker of heaven and earth-Creator and Sustainer of all, and my good Father!

Amen!”

Also, check out Psalm 94 for more encouragement!

In Him,

Laura

 

“Tread Softly”

Old thoughts, new appreciation. 🙂  It’s encouraging to come across raw emotions and truths such as these sometimes. Looking back on my journey, things that seemed so big at the time never left His hands. And my old thoughts might even be helpful again as I am always learning… Hope they encourage you too!

Laura Clayton 2016

Tread softly young woman, lest you tread on fragile hearts.

If those hearts are tread upon, precious dreams may also be torn apart.

Tread softly young woman, there’s much to be learned, yet there is no class,

Yes, please remember it’s as if you tread on glass.

The older you grow, many people you will meet,

But step carefully, lest you leave a trail of scarred bare feet.

It’s true, you may be their first love, and they yours,

But, choose for yourself a very straight course.

Always look Up and press in,

And remember if you fall there’s a new place to begin.

In the arms of the Father, all wrongs are made right,

For every broken heart, there’s a promise of new light.

Tread softly young woman, the weight of hearts is not yours to bear, \

But rather a privilege for you to share.

 

 

“Words”

Laura Clayton, January 2016

Oh words, let me bend you, and oh phrases let me mend you.

I long to make you say what I feel- It’s as if I’m trapped inside your meaning.

If I were to punctuate the sentences I penned you into, it wouldn’t satisfy.

Questions, exclamations, and long pauses would smudge together and end some lines of my life.

Oh words, let me tell you of the questions; reassure you of the worries in my pages.

I ache to know their answers, and escape my question marks.

If I were to tell you of all the questions, it would only tire you.

Questions could fill every page and end every sentence, but oh how they could not contain the depth of the story.

Oh words, let me delight you, oh lines let me invite you.

I long to tell you of the exclamations found in the careful arrangement and pattern of your words.

If I were to describe the value of the joy I have found in words, no sum could do it justice.

Many exclamations would be present, inked skillfully between thoughts, but each one would exist because of one Word.

Oh words, let me warn you of the pauses and breaks in my pages.

I hope to convince you of their purpose, for I fear you’ll only find them pointless.

If I were to go on about them, I think it still wouldn’t do, for you haven’t read them.

Long pauses lie in some of my greatest lines, pleading with me to rest and trust-only heaven knows what’s coming next.

Oh words, let me bend you, and oh phrases let me mend you.

I long to make you say what I feel- It’s as if I’m trapped inside your meaning…

 

 

 

 

 

“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…”

“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.”