Thursday, November 27, 2014

We Walk In The Midst





We walk in the midst of beautiful flowers
They will return again come another spring
Though winter’s breath has quietly stolen
There is promise of new birth in everything

We walk in the midst of deep and darkened days
Of some that has become each our very own
The sun will shine through and return again
There will be another break of dawn

We walk in the midst of century old lands
As old fields do through storms and question why
Beneath the blinding sun and bitter rain
We too, should draw new strength as the years pass by

We walk in the midst of grassy hills, so green
Where the mighty winds of heaven blow
Straight from the breath of God, cool and clean
As anything the soul of man can know

We walk in the midst of memories and reflections
From another place and more simpler time
Hung upon the walls of many forgotten days
Are pictures of our ancestors they left behind

We walk in the midst of much anger and hatred
A thousand words can not describe
The soul is barren without peace and love
Hatred should never be inscribed

We walk in the midst of tears and heartache
Where pain, grief and suffering has no name
Without wings against the wind we tremble
For what else may come or still remain

We walk in the midst of blurred eyes and weeping
Crying out with hunger and homelessness
In a land where milk and honey flows
There should always be plenty and never less

We walk in the midst of wars and rumors of wars
Fulfilling the Bible more each passing day
The mercy of God is the most powerful sword
If we but only turn to him and daily pray

We walk in the midst of patience, trying to understand
And wonder how good is material things of earth
When we are gone, all of these will still remain
Just as it is from birth to death, what is it’s worth

We walk in the midst of each upturned prayer
Though agony may be to great for tongue to say
Even the unvoiced prayer he surely answers
If not in our way, in some better way

We walk in the midst of a troubled and lost world
Dying more and more with each passing day
Waiting for someone to unlock the chains
That someone is here, the stone has been rolled away

© Susie Swanson, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving and Blessings to all !!

11 comments:

  1. Excellent poem, Susie... We do walk amidst so many things in our lives.. Some things we ignore and just walk right on by them.. Others --that are bad--we also 'try' to ignore although it hurts us...

    Hope you had a great Thanksgiving. We do have so much to be thankful for, don't we?

    Hugs,
    Betsy

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    1. Thank you Betsy. I hope you and George had a nice Thanksgiving as well. Hugs, xo

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  2. Susie, I think this is your best one yet! I feel your heart's cry in here, and your words are so true. He is the only hope. If only our country would turn back to our Creator, He will restore our land.

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    1. Thank you Elaine. Yes I agree, God is our only hope. Been thinking about you alot lately. Hope you had a nice Thanksgiving. Hugs,xo

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  3. Susie, I really like this poem. Life isn't always a primrose lane...but then there is primroses. ...life is good. Blessings, xoxo,Susie

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    1. So True. Thank you Susie. Blessings to you, xo

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  4. This poem was a bit sad, but it is so true that we really are in the midst of both good and bad...luckily Jesus walks with us though it all.
    I pray you are recovering well with each new day Susie, and feeling better since your surgery.
    Blessings and love~((hugs))~ Lisa

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    1. I agree. Thank you Lisa. I have my good days and bad but it's going to take time. I hope you are doing better. Blessings and love to you, xo

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  5. So heartfelt. Like really is a walk. Good thing God walks with us.

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  6. This is a really beautiful one, Susie. So well done!

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