Flowers and Forgiveness

Flowers and Forgiveness

A difficult time as I watch my dying father.
3:00 am all alone except for your ragged breaths
Father won't live through the dark, starless night.
Coldness surrounds like a cloak of regrets, wishes..
Our relationship marred with alcohol and abuse.

Feelings of forgiveness flood my consciousness
from my inner soul like a river flowing downstream.
I know that You, Oh Lord, gave me gifts that night.
As the flood of forgiveness arrives, Rose of Sharon
embraces the death room, but peace replaces loss.
The rose of Sharon envelopes me with beautiful,
glorious perfume as your gifts from You, my Father.

Unsure how long Your perfume blessing remained,
but peace fell as a bridal veil with such grace.
Sweetness I felt and smelled as the perfume wafted
of You, my Rose of Sharon, my Lily of the Valley.
Your presence rested upon me that cold dark night. 
I listened for father's ragged breathing, hearing silence.
My Jesus took your breath and soul with Him that night.
I, left only with the sweet, sweet smell and Your peace.


©Susans Soul


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©  15 days ago, Susan Langer    love • jesus • sweetness • nature • death   

Gratitude

God is so good. I woke up this morning feeling blessed by Him and realized that I don't give him enough gratitude and thanks for His daily presence in my life.

G-R-A-T-I-T-U-D-E

Getting up this morning
Radiant sunshine today,
All God's blessing He bestows.
Tough times to mold me, lessons learned,
Indwelling of the Holy Spirit as my guide.
Triumph when I think the battle beats me.
Unbelievable miracles in my life.
Dwelling on earth awaiting My Savior's return.
Eternal life given by His Grace.

Susans Soul
An Acrostic Poem 
© Susan Langer god • jesus • gifts • nature • spiritual

In the Beginning...

In the Beginning...

I think I have heard that before...Oh, yeh, God said that in Genesis.

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