My life is not a mess; I'm changing.
Writers spend hours in concert with their media devices. Typing, editing, creating. Bloggers especially have more than just their pen to attend too.
Outside the window that I spend the majority of my time looking through is a very mature Gum Maple covered with lush green moss. We have four in our front yard. When the sun hits the moss, it is exquisite.
For weeks I have been admiring its bedding of green and tossing around how I could display Oregon beauty.
I challenged my creativity to the mark and spent an hour this afternoon snapping pictures, with my iPhone and Aukey Macro lens. Aren't you amazed what our smartphones are doing? Then set the contest to write from the photo's I had shot in a poem sharing my season, my love to encourage you.
Transformation is imperative to me and very important to the Lord. Heaven holds a responsibility to the redemption it provides. For centuries we have just held our hands up when death has called with the mindset that we have arrived on the other side, on cloud Starbucks, with mansions and relationship with the King of Kings and most High God who we may or may not have communed with while in our breathing flesh. That just isn't truth. Death is overcome even if sickness is still stealing. Jesus work was complete. Finished. Here I go again. I wanted to write beautiful words, inspiring words that took my readers away to a place of rest, encouragement and my soap box just sneaks out under my feet. Dang!
A Mossy Poem slide show with music.
Maybe its just best to let the poem breathe...
I'm in the midst of transformation
What are all these muted tones
Burst of life is coming
Then paths naturally show
I agreed that pruning profits
I shouldn't carry extra weight
Oh Praise! a bit of sunshine
Illuminates new gate's
Away away, to old things
Looking forward strong and free
I See, I See Light's Glory
Hidden in Thee
In pastures rolling
His strength a corner sure
Plant firm my feet
On solid ground
In patience, I'll mature
In just, I spouted off a bit. I'm sorry. Like the movie shared so brilliantly. Heaven is for Real. Ask God questions in a way desiring the kind of answers that will challenge your theology. Then will talk more. I do love my readers. You're very brave. All God's forerunners are brave and courageous. I appreciate your comments.
That's enough for now.
Let me know what you think of my "movie" A Mossy Poem.