One February night,
She gazed at the sky adorned with twinkling dots
Then streams of tears
fell from her eyes
That pair of eyes you can’t visibly spot
Where unspoken feelings reside, where deep emotions hide
She started to count those twinkling dots
And realized that like her tears, those she can’t all count
But she knows of a Great Someone who can number
Those moans and cries, those blinks and flickers
With that, all the more she recognized, How great He is! How great He is!
Looking upon the spotted evening blanket
Memories unforgettable flashed in her mind
H ea r t and heartwarming
bre a king,
They spark as the night sky jewels do, giving a gratifying sensation—
At all times- high and low- she was aided by that Great Someone
With Him, she was able to cope; with Him, her eyes are filled with hope
Later on, she again cried, How great He is! How great He is!
And as one star will soon outshine the tiny, twinkling dots
She will always have with her the picture of that evening
When she cried a river of thankful tears
Which soothed away her lingering fears
And if in this world, she’d have to have some more weeping
She would just gaze at that sky adorned with unfathomable wonders
Where tears will be wiped, where pain will no longer be felt
And where eternally, she could shout
How great He is!
How great He is!
How great He is!
I remember the time when
the birds’ symphony
will wake me up from a long,
and the sun’s rays
will hug the innocent me
after a full-length movie
called a dream.
I certainly can recall
moments of foolishness
I did back then:
riding a bike (eyes closed)
taking a bath (in a tub of mud)
throwing a tooth (in a neighbor’s roof).
I can’t help but smile
then burst out in laughter.
Mr. Clock became strict-
he won’t allow me to be
that seven-year old gal anymore,
I can’t find time to do
Those silly tricks I did before
I only can reminisce them
while trying to chase
my errands’ deadlines.
Albeit the fact that things
have changed, adjusted
to this generation’s fast-paced life,
a thing remained the same-
and that is me, being alive.
If I were not existing,
I would not have written these
and would not have shared
of the many things I’m grateful for
to someone like you
who’s someone like me
inhaling, exhaling with His mercy.
it is a gift, a blessing
that we should all appreciate.
It is just amazing to witness
How sunrises follow dark nights
How rainbows are painted after storms
How people can smile despite sorrows
How poems like this can be freely made
And for that, I can’t say more,
Thank You God!
Restless? In Him you can find ease
In chaos? In Him you can find peace
Weak and tired? Through Him you can cope
In despair? In Him you can find hope
In doubt? In Him you can find certainty
Helpless? In Him you can find safety
Once in chains? Through Him you are freed
You can feel love in His every deed
You are down, He’s there to uplift
Are alone but company He gives
Do wrongs, He’s there to make them right
Live in darkness, He gives you the light
Nowhere to go, He offers home
To thank Him, perhaps, you made this poem
Not enough; lifetime, beyond it
More than words, gratitude, you’ll show it!
This is a poem from my sister inspired by this blogpost. Hope you’d find time to read this; May this touch you, inspire you and move you. Have a great week ahead! 🙂