It is time to ~
Look past the voluminous pages called
lust for life.
Search over the rustling leaves called
faces from the past.
Sift through the rugged paths called
pride of the eyes.
Sit alongside the silent branches called
voices faded away with time.
And ~
Wait.
Look.
Listen.
Embrace.
The silence speaks of many things never
before made known, because all those voices
hid themselves behind the paths strewn with
pages from yesterday, which became over
grown by new leaves and stepped away.
And today walks right by the old without
notice of what was once brand new.
But yesterday shall be today's moment
when tomorrow appears.
And who shall take notice to lament a
longside the old leaves, when the new
leaves begin to fall without hearing the
tales the branches have waited for so long
to tell?
Ah, Mr. Branch?!
What a tale you have to tell.
Before the leaves.
Before your voices fell silent.
Before the paths of pages became twisted.
Before yesterday turned away from today
and tomorrow would not wait on time
forever.
Before tomorrow becomes today and
today becomes yesterday --
who will sit still and wait long enough to
know the One who holds all time?
The Branch and The True Vine keep all
time and wait.
Will you?
Hunger and thirst after Him who plants
the calendar and turns the dial on the face
of time for all time until He calls,
"Time! Be no more."
Growing deeper!
Lord, drive us deeper in Thee.
In Jesus' name. Amen.
Throneseeker! Wearer of the Iron Robe
Copyright (c) 2005. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries.
Columbia, MD. All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Tuesday, November 1, 2005, 11:08 A.M. EST
A Shepherd Woman's Heart~ Shepherdess
