Monday, January 7, 2013

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

12 comments:

  1. Wow, this is gorgeous!! <3 love ya.

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  2. Oh my... this is beautiful, Michaela. I feel this myself and was so touched through reading these words. Thank you for sharing!

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  3. Words? Words to comment on this?

    Nope, I ain't got nothin'. Except WOW. And WOW again. And that's kind of inane and redundant.
    So I'll just say... sheesh, I scrolled down to the bottom to see where you got this and had to do a double-take when I saw you actually wrote it.

    That was beautiful.

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  4. Michaela, this is beautiful. Excellent job writing this poem. <3 I hadn't known you were a poet! ;)

    hugs,
    ~bree

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  5. What a beautiful poem! I wish I could write something so lovely :) Maybe I'll try my hand at poetry someday soon. . . .

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  6. What a beautiful inspiring poem, Michaela! You certainly have a gift with words...:)
    -Lauren

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  7. This is so amazingly beautiful! Thank you for sharing it with us! I'm going to copy this in my notebook of favorite poems if you don't mind. God bless you this year Michaela!
    Love,
    Madi

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  8. Michaela, this is beautiful. "Write upon these pages Lord, This year unblemished, white, An empty, snowy canvas, Shadowed by uncertain 'might'"...astounding. When I got to the end and read that you wrote it I was just in shock. Well done.

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  9. Thank you so much, ladies! I truly don't know what to say--especially since I wasn't even going to publish this poem; it's not my best writing. But I am so blessed by your encouragement! ::hugstoall:: Love you girls!

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