Clap Their Hands

© 2011 Lana Gray

. . . and all the trees of the field

will clap their

hands.

Isaiah 55:12

Forgetfulness

Forgetfulness

We chide ourselves when we forget names, forget dates, forget appointments. 

Do we chide ourselves when we forget You, God? When we. . .

forget Your forgiveness?

forget Your faithfulness?

forget Your love?

forget Your holiness?

forget Your mercies?

forget Your Church?

© 2011 by Lana Gray

Reality

© 2011 Lana Gray

Every time I close the door on reality,

it comes in through the windows.
-Jennifer Yane

Transformation

Fear had built the prison walls.

Hate had kept them standing.

Rage lay buried ‘neath the floor

with misery unending.

Love destroyed the prison walls

and spoke His words of freedom.

Light transformed the hate and rage

to naked truth and wisdom.

© 2010 by Lana Gray

Blessing

There is a blessing in the air.

-William Wordsworth

The Fog

The Fog

There's a holiness in this isolating blanket.

Walls of cloudy, moist air separate me from the future -

from miles ahead,

and even minutes, days, months, and years beyond.

What a blessing to be forced to stay

in the present.

The forecast predicts the fog to lift soon and rain to begin.

But before my nearsightedness is healed,

I'll enjoy these holy walls of separation.

© 2010 by Lana Gray

Purpose

Purpose

Putting words on paper. . .

feeds a growling stomach

or

mends a broken heart.

© 2010 Lana Gray

Doors

Doors

Doors open and close in this life.

We enter and exit

through different doors,

never fully aware of what lies beyond.

© 2010 Lana Gray