Our Song
Behind on all,
the New Year’s stuff
No resolutions,
No goals made,
No one word
Chosen to hang
2018 on.
New Year’s
Passed quietly
At our house
Just husband
And me
Folding laundry
By the fire,
Too busy talking
To join in
With the ringing
But today
I got time
To slow
And crack open
My new
Leather journal.
It took a while
To start writing,
Afraid to
Mess up,
Funny part
After all that
Thought,
I messed up on
The very first letter
Of the very first word.
So much for new,
And clean,
And pretty,
But as I
Sink down,
And bury into
That black ink
Smudge,
I realize
There is something
Nice about
That mistake,
The pressure
Not to ruin things
Lifted.
I have already
Done it.
Now I am able
To make a mess.
To write my thoughts
Uninhibited and free.
Words, like
Clothes
For my thoughts,
Take time
To try on
And choose.
Things get messy
And strewn all about
But I start choosing,
And writing,
And thinking,
And talking to
You about
The year ahead,
Sharing my
Feelings about
Being behind,
And being unable
To find
My steps
In this
2018 dance,
And how
The rhythm seems
Too fast for
My feet to
Find the way,
But then
You speak
So kindly.
“Quiet… listen,
Lean back into Me,
Rest and hear
Your own
Music.
If you can
Hear it,
You will see
You are
…. Right
…On
…Beat
Stop looking
At everyone
Else’s feet
And look
At me
Then we
Can dance
And you
Will be free. “
Breathing in deep
I let those
Words sink
And settle
And comfort
My heart
You have a plan
And purpose
Just for me
It may not be
Neat or
Easy to see but
You know the song
You’re making in me
I close my journal
And decide
This year
Instead of resolutions
And lists
To have courage
In a new
And different
Kind of way,
To hold my hands
Out wide,
And empty,
To take
And receive
All that You
Want to
Give to me,
And not worry about
The mess
Or keeping up,
And to let
You lead
Our dance
Full and free
And listen only
To the song
You are
Singing over me.
Zephaniah 3:17 (ICB)
The Lord your God is with you.
The mighty One will save you.
The Lord will be happy with you.
You will rest in his love.
He will sing and be joyful about you.”
Jeremiah 29:11 (MSG)
I’ll show up and take care of you as I promised and bring you back home. I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for