Write Upon These Pages

{in tribute to the new year}

{pic of Yours Truly by my very-highly talented sister, Anna}

Write upon these pages Lord

This year unblemished, white

An empty, snowy canvas

Shadowed by uncertain "might".

My life has been a short one

Of sunbeams, dancing days

Golden, creamy moon-shine

Young hopes and carefree play.

Yes I know that You've been weeping

I see Your eyes so kind

Seas of deepest passion

Understanding and Divine. 

You seem a distant shadow

A silent, phantom breath

Forever there, just watching

In merciful, forgiving stealth.

Write upon these pages Lord

This pointless, shallow life

Like trees unrobed in winter

When Jack Frost bears his knife.

Driving dreams to slumber

Hiding all within

The enchanted sleep of winter

When the world must cease her din.

And underneath that stillness

As Mother Nature floats

In patient mantled waiting

Of listless, untold hopes.

That's me, the girl there watching

From a window cold with dread

With a soul of crushing sorrow

Teaming with the living dead.

I scale a shining future

I hear the battles call

I feel it in my bosom

I see the towering wall.

That guards this time of waiting

These pages, stark and blank

Flowing with Life's-River

To it's barren, lonely bank.

Write upon these pages Lord

As I write on my white sheet

This page of perfect purity 

Now black with smattered ink.

With thoughts of fairy-gardens

Of twinkling, starry hours

Swirling, sugared dew-drops

Tangled, rose-climbed bowers.

If life were only dream-land

How sweet, how fresh it'd seem

Skipping down the shoreline 

Of a careless, bubbling stream.

No walls to keep me waiting

No window etched in snow

No page to call my canvas

No poem to flex my bow.

I'd skip across eternity

In endless, carefree dance

Waltzing with the dryads

A storybook romance.

Burst you now my bubble?

Oh cruel, relentless life!

God's there, forever calling

"Only look and see My Light."

You bend so I can see You

And into my ear You say

"Patience, my dear child

You and I will fight the day."

"This page is blank but for a time

This waiting but a test

And soon you'll see, my child

That in ME you'll find your rest."

"I'll help you fill these pages

With all your carefree dreams

But take each trial gladly

Things aren't always what they seem."

Write upon these pages Lord

That wall, you say it's Yours?

It's there, just like my window

Keeping safe a soul that burns

With a world so vast and waiting

With spoiled, travel-lorn plans

With a heart that wants a difference

To impact with giving hands.

And past those rainbow wanderings

Into something deeper still

The true, undaunted calling

Of my Masters Time and Will.

Only then I'll paint my canvas

With worlds of colored glass

And God with endless winter

Will melt my page at last.

Copyright Michaela Cira, 1/5/'13