A Beautiful Poem written by "Cereal-in-a-Bowl" from Deviant Art and shared with permission
My thoughts they scatter like the seeds
which sprout just above my grass stained knees
whose names, colour, breed and creed
bleed across the
The fields are open and there they spread
at length they have their presence made
all in a row their roses grow and grow
above the cherry blossom daisies grow...
they lift their heads and raise their brow
A sheep so black in tufts of wool
have wandered forth this grassy pool
of flowers which sprout like cowlick hair
messing up the quiet affair
in sheepish grin it faces where
the flowers moo-ed as cows and calf
it is strange of course to see such display
as sounds uncertain echoes in the way
now as I walk down the meadow's path
an angel stood with golden arrows and silver spears
whose wings spread wide like scattered clouds
white as the skies and soft as cotton...
his hair is golden skin so white
his eyes are blue in human sight
he motioned quietly in the green bouquet
to follow him this way...this way...
Strands of golden thread at length
knit across the fields ...as we went
closer still the gold made apparent
as the Lord Jesus Christ stood there so gloriously
His face of course was brilliant, bright
so handsome, beautiful, perfect, glorious in His awesome light
then He faced this black ashed sheep
knelt so low
like a mighty mountain bow and so made its shoulders steep
He looked at me...I daren't reply...
but in His eyes, was love unbridled
His lips did curve
those blessed pair
those lips so red like apples breast so as to compare
but none so red
and none so sweet to tempt
the mortal soul to perhaps taste and then blush and withdraw
for its petition is far..far too bold?
He held His staff and rod
His sash so red yet strung in gold
His love and mercy radiates all round His Holy vessel
surrounding Him were angels and saints of every counsel
He held me close and whispered soft as rose
"Oh child of Mine, I love you so,
Your tendency to doubt my love
has injured me and made me weep
O child of Mine, dispel all those who say
things that may shrivel faith away
You know I love you above all things...
and all your attempts are of value unto Me...
I love you, My child...every thing about you
so yield unto Me...
and in Me ...you shall be refreshed and renewed..."
With that loving whisper said
He laid me close and I rest my head
upon His chest, my Saviour blessed
placed both hands upon my head
above the skies a white snow dove
rested where His hands were placed
Then I knew He wanted to affirm
"The Lord makes firm the steps
of the one who delights in him;
though he may stumble, he will not fall,
for the Lord upholds him with his hand."