content | Jesus, Light of the World

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Stream winds so pure and clear
lovely path throughout the year

Where from does this rivulet meander?
And how does it avoid harsh arid slander?

I beg to know this stream of life
Endless source to ease my strife

As a tear you shall always go
Upon the mountain’s cheek so slow

You are not of this world lovely stream
Not from yarn, legend, or even a dream

You are a divine droplet making its way
Winding downward without fear nor sway

Water replenishes me in graceful rebirth
With purposeful joy o’er saddened earth

For continuous and ready are your reserves
Gathering salt of which the soil preserves

This salt shalt ne’er have flavor lost
Just as endless stream flows from redeemed one’s cost

Preserve and replenish, these two shalt meet
The endless stream, savory sweet

Poppies

Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4: 6,7 (KJV)

Therefore, “what is contentment?”, me asking forlorn…
I seek with all of my heart, a heart e’er torn.
To my God, imploring answer with reverential fear.
From His heart it comes, with His truth, begins a tear.

Then there stands a poppy, gold and proud,
She and many, so many, blanketing a hillside – color loud.
Content staring at the sun, waiting, for ray of light to show.
What else does she, this poppy, need to know?

Or the robin gathering food and bits to nest,
Busily seeking to gather, no love, no rest.
Ah, but content, she is, to build a place her family for,
Instinctual it is, and to her, there is and shall be no more.

And what of man, what of me?
Where do I look and what do I see?
I am promised much and much is dismissed.
I need something more, something held in my tight fist.

What kind of man will bare his heart?
To ponder the very things promised to we apart.
God wants me to abandon self, die I must!
And I shall rid myself of darkness and gain more trust.

So as I wrestle with thoughts it soon becomes clear
That God purposes for me to draw near.
And with the knowledge of good and evil I find,
The basis of angst and the reeling mind.

“But listen!” He says, unwavering tone, silent ne’er.
“I shed light in your heart to show you thoughts laid bare!
And forget for now robin’s plight and poppy’s witless way.
I give you more. Eternal Life”, He says, “always to stay!”

I rest with this in heart and mind
Rejoicing in what prayers I do find.
And as I shall ask no more, forlorn and lost,
For contentment came with Thorns and Cross.