Wednesday, March 23, 2016

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, 2016

Please help me pray for Brussels Belgium. Alot of people say this old world is getting more wicked each day but it's the people that live in the world and God will take care of it all soon. We are in the End Times. ~Susie


  1. Very pertinent --especially with the conditions of our country and world right now... Our ancestors --who worked SO hard for freedom---would not be happy with what is happening now...

    God Bless You, Susie.

  2. So sad the things that are going on in the world right now. Your poem describes it well, Susie. Wishing you a happy Easter!

  3. Susie, I pray for all of us. I pray for our leaders in this world to do the right things . I wonder at times how long God will put up with us and our wickedness. At times I think evil is out weighing the good. The craziness outshining the holy.But yet, I pray....for I must....I want us to love this earth and the people of this earth. It is harder at times. Then I have to pray that I will become the woman God wants me to be. Wishing you and yours a blessed Good Friday and Happy Easter. xoxo, love, Susie

  4. Yes, we are, Susie. It is terrible to see how very cruel some people can be to others.