COME TO ME

11/14/2008 Posted by jlesliebooth

My child,

I have loved you with an awesome

and a mighty love.

Before the foundations of the earth

were laid,

before the singing suns

rose in the dawning of time,

I knew you.

My little child,

you are the most precious of my

possessions.

I love you beyond the height or depth

of your understanding.

My joy and my delight are in you,

and the wonder in your eyes

echoes the ceaseless, ever-renewing

surge of my creativity.

You were made for the Heavens;

to walk unshackled through eternity

and to walk by my side.

Come to me, your Creator,

your sustainer,

your Father.

Step into my kingdom.

Enter now the place I have prepared for you.

Embark upon that royal road

that begins in this life,

and continues beyond eternity!

My little one,

as I have loved you in this shadowed world,

as I have delighted in your presence,

laughed and wept with you,

so will I love you in that place

where shadows are swallowed up in joy!

And there I will gently draw the mist from your eyes,

the veil from your understanding,

and you will grasp in reality

what you now hold in faith.

Child,

here you have given me trust and love

and obedience.

There, I will surround you with my presence

and place in your hands

the Morning Star!

AT CLOSE OF DAY

11/13/2008 Posted by jlesliebooth

AT CLOSE OF DAY

1. With lifted hands I heard my father pray.

His gentle touch would smooth the tears away.

At close of day I’d hear my father say,

“God bless this house, Lord, keep us day by day!”

His quiet strength, his zest for living;

his mind that sought the mysteries of life.

But most of all, I hear my father say,

“God bless this house, Lord, keep us day by day!”

2.  If God is like this gentle, loving man,

then I am safe within His mighty hand.

And as I walk this world from day to day,

He’ll bless my life and keep me all the way.

God’s hand shall guide and lead me forward.

I rest secure within His awesome power.

And when I’ve walked the fullness of Life’s way,

He’ll take me home with Him at close of day!

HIGH AND HOLY DAYS

11/12/2008 Posted by jlesliebooth

These are high and holy days of the soul.

All ground is sacred for Jesus walks it with me.

My child brought me a gift today;

a flower covered with kisses,

well-warmed in sandy fingers.

A bird sang in the rose arbor,

I saw a nest there yesterday.

The calico cat is batting at a columbine.

The distant grumbling of my husband’s tractor

flows into my kitchen as I prepare lunch.

A gentle breeze brings sweet to my senses

a breath of the quiet brook

running lazily to the sea.

High and holy days of the soul to be celebrated with wonder,

lived in joy

and shared with abandon.

When every moment is a delight to the mind,

a time well made for communion.

I know there will be times of sadness,

when my heart will be weary of singing.

And those days will be no less holy

for having been celebrated with tears

rather than alleluias.

All days are holy and given by God

for the uplifting of his beloved children.