e·phem·er·al

e·phem·er·al

I am but a flicker
But burning bright in Your eyes

Am I
The virtuous spark which ignites
Your first flame
the reason for morning light

Or a fresh fire in an old wood in the deep green
like a new dew, though daily
rekindles like creation at first word

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mem·o·ry

Is like dandelion in winds too soft
Or an epigram you told me
A line after another like strings of a piano without damper
Like you, like me

Selah..

softly, she walks through the open field,
a canvas of crystal and sun.
she draws deep a breath to her lungs -- 
and delights in her Maker, her Lord.

nearby the water stills its rapids;
a reservoir of quiet and calm.
she lies beside the silent stream -- 
and feels her soul restored.

and with her hand raised to her King
she follows the righteous path.
while in the house of the Lord she finds 
an eternal love that lasts.

though death and darkness steal the light
she presses on towards Day.
the Shepherd's staff protects and she
feels comfort and peace -- Brave. 

when in her Father's house she sits
at a glorious table of feasts.
the guests of honor are present to witness
His favor upon her head.

and when she rises up there trails
behind her, goodness and grace
to bless and follow her always,
a gift from God above.

softly, she walks through the open field
and listens to Heaven's bells.
she sets her mind and eyes on the Lord -- 
and makes her heart His home.