~
The
Bloom
of
Spring
~
While
pondering
why
I
paint
my dreams
with
ink
I
muse
upon
the myriad
of reasons,
As I dare to bare my tender heart,
With all it's vibrant seasons.
Where
has
this calling
entered,
To
bravely share
my
soul
My
heart is so transparent
How suffer to unfold.
I return
my
gaze to
when
life
started
in the spring,
When
all
was
fresh
and
new,
A little
heart,
so
soft
and delicate,
In belief
that
all
was
true.
As
I
write
I
feel
the
warmth,
When
time
stood
still
for
me,
I
can
grasp
again the
ones I
loved,
When
all
I
had
to
do,
was
be.
My
heart
still
feels
the
balmy
air,
And
the
treasures
I
held
dear,
The
confidence
that
the
world
I
knew,
Could
never
disappear.
Wild flowers growing at my feet,
Puppies licking at my face...
Friends were warm and loved me still,
Blessings of abundant grace.
But
childhood
innocence all
done,
I
became
a
stranger
to
myself,
As
the
door
opened
to
the
future
That
crept
up
on
me
with
stealth.
For venturing into unknown land,
The future pulled with grasping hand.
But
my
mind
must return,
to
feel
and
hold,
So painful memory can
be
told,
For warm
memories
aren't
all
truth,
Dark
days
I
turn
away,
While
afraid
some
things
I
might
remember,
Others, I will
forget today.
I
push
them
to
the
shadow,
With struggle
to move
on!
Desiring
to
be
healed,
For
they
hurt
me
far
too
long!
But,
my
senses return
the
feel
of
them,
The
voice
of
storms
I
feared,
I
re-enter
raging
fires
and
drought,
Of
heat,
that
harshly
seared.
The
memory
restoring
of
the pain,
More
terrifying
than
life
itself
Can
I
then
forget
them
Blindly
shove the hurt back
on
the
shelf.
Or,
can
I
face
them
with
new
eyes,
Accept
with
faith, mature
and real,
That
nothing
from
the
past
shall
injure,
My
heart
can
safely
feel.
Then
I
can revel
in
those
days
of
summer,
Reminisce
on leaves
that
drop
sadly
in
the
fall,
Feel
that
barrenness
of
winter,
While
waiting
for
My
God
to
call..
For spring has
returned
to
me once
more.
I
know
His perfect
peace
within.
My
heart now
sings
with
abundant
joy
I
know I
am
safe
forever
In
the love
of
my
redeeming
King.
And
that
is why
I delight
to live,
My frozen heart
is
free,
Fear
no
longer
traps
my
mind,
As I melt in His security.
"To
look
backward
for
a
while
is
to
refresh
the
eye,
to
restore
it,
and
to
render
it
the
more
fit
for
its
prime
function
of
looking
forward"
Margaret
Fairless
Barber
