Forever Resting Place

Painting fall - leaf

   Forever Resting Place

By Susie Teramura

 

I hang up

The phone,

And sigh heavy,

Problems are

Piling up,

Like leaves

In our yard.

 

One after the other,

They float

Quietly down.

Each one different,
Unique in shade,

And variety

 

The problem isn’t

Their falling,

It’s my raking,

And collecting,

That’s what

Is causing

My heavy heart

I think.

 

But trying

To catch them

One by one,

With care,

Doesn’t seem to

Be working

These days.

 

The speed,

And rate,

At which they fall

Is just too much,

Overwhelming.

 

So get out my

Rake and start

To pile,

But the more

I pile,

The heavier

They feel.

 

“But I can

manage these

Best this way,”

I say,

As I rake away.

 

The more

I pile,

More fall slow,

From all directions,

And my

Frantic attempt

To keep up,

Finds me

In a

Crumpled mess.

 

But that’s where

I find You,

When I have

Slowed enough

To hear,

When I have

Given up

My attempts

To clean up

The mess,

To fix it.

 

You take

The rake

Out of

My hands,

And carry me

To a

Different place.

 

You lift

My head

To see sky,

And trees,

Differently.

 

These golden leaves,

Are Yours,

And not a single

One falls without

Your care

And love.

You are watching,

And tending,

And taking care

Of these things.

 

The mess doesn’t

Bother You

Because You are

In the middle

Of things.

You are

In it all,

And able

To handle

Each leaf

That falls.

 

“That raking job

Is not yours,” You say,

“Look to Me

I have

A different way.

Come to me

And rest,

Breath deep

And see,

The beauty

I am making

Through these.”

 

I look long

Into His lovely face,

And start to see,

His reflection

In the beauty

In front of me.

 

These problems

I was collecting,

These gently

Falling leaves,

Are avenues,

And ways

To see Him,

More clearly

 

His kindness

His compassion

The comfort in

His love

Are in each leaf

That falls

Gently from above.

 

I am forever cared for

I am forever safe

I can rest

My heart forever

In His

Warm embrace.

 

The leaves will

keep on falling

Even when

The seasons change

 

But You,

Dear Jesus,

Never will,

My forever

Resting place.

 

Matthew 11:28-29

28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.

 Psalm 62:5

Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him.

 Psalm 116:7

Return to your rest, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you.

 1 Peter 5:10

 And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.

9 thoughts on “Forever Resting Place

  1. A beautiful picture – us piling and piling, Him caring and caring. I love “Avenues and ways to see Him more clearly” – oh so painful at times, but yes we do see and feel Him more intimately.

  2. Susie,
    This is a beauty! Not only is the leaf art spectacular but the words you write about the rake and pile of leaves and God taking the rake . . . pure poetry, my friend! I can so relate. The leaves pile up — and although they might be minor irritations in my life, they still cause worry and tension and I’m at a loss how to deal with them . . . until I remember God’s there to help me and even carry the load when I can’t.

    There’s hope and goodness in that pile of leaves, if we turn them over to our heavenly father, who brings beauty from the crumpled colors! xoxo

    1. Hi Valerie! Thanks for the encouragement- 🙂 means so much- and yes I agree completely! I feel like I am always falling apart with too much – just the minor things feel big because there are too many of them- I just carry them around and pile them up until they are so heavy- Usually I don’t even realize I am doing it! So thankful for Jesus who know just what we need and that His kindness never ends. Sending hugs! 🙂 xo

  3. Such a beautiful picture of hope here, Susie. It has helped me to with you slow enough to hear the One who wants us to allow Him to clean up the mess in our lives. We frantically try to fix things ourselves, don’t we? The poem and verses are so encouraging. And those maple leaves look so real! Thank you. Blessings and hugs!

  4. Hi Trudy- 🙂 It is so hard for me to be slow and quiet enough to listen in- I want to get better at that. I find I am so tired when I quiet myself I fall asleep! 😉 I do like to try to fix things and control things- but He knows whats best. Learning to trust His heart for me more and more. Thanks Trudy, Blessings and hugs to you too! xo 🙂

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