Threads of gold

 Doodling


A heart pain woke me from my sleep.
Inside my soul there was a gap.
I tried to make it disappear;
To delete it from the map.

But still the ache persisted;
I tried hard to forget;
Till I sat down in my garden chair,
And stayed with my upset.

The sun may shine,
the birds may sing
But that to me
no pleasure brings
Because of my regret.

As I sat still upon my chair
To me three Angels did appear,
And they are with me yet.

They took my heart into their care,
With golden threads they are sewing there,
Until the work’s complete.

My task is just to sit quite still.
And let God’s angels do His Will,
As I sit  here at Her Feet.

Breathing

 

 

pixellated pink flowerI hold my heart gently;

your heart too.

Waiting for healing.

Slowly breathing in

the calmness of the trees.

And the cracks are gaps

through which grace can enter

as I open myself to the spirit

which passes all understanding.