Rose In Twilight

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Rose in Twilight

A blackened rose tied up in silk fell on the trampled snow

I did not see who dropped it there or see the giver go

I heard a raven call to it's mate, sitting in the tree

But I did not hear with listening ear a voice call out to me.

I stood as a statue as the twilight crept in

And the falling snow fell on my hair

The pulse in my throat and the rush of my blood

Was the only thing living felt there.

The sky was silver, reflecting snow

And the moon had not yet come

I felt the night, though out of sight

Welcome me to home.

A whisper rose up on the wind

And called my name so sweet

But I could not for life of me

Move my frozen feet.

Then I picked the rose out of the snow

And in sorrow bowed my head

And when I'd raised my face again

The rose had turned to red.

Copyright ©2007

 by Voo

Secret Place

Secret Place

A hush falls quietly on my soul and stills my beating heart

I've come to worship as I do and set myself apart

In a forest wonderland of snow beneath the white tipped pines

I walk in silence all alone and forget the world of time.

I cannot say what draws me here, I think I do not know

But when the world becomes too much, it's to this place I go

Far from the road and off the path on a trail you cannot see

My secret place to seek God's face and where He meets with me.

I turn my face up to the sky and let the snow fall down

Laugh like a child born in the wild and kneel there on the ground

The wind plays with me like a friend and blows my cares away

And if I could I surely would forever this place, stay.

The snowbirds come to visit me and sing their winter songs

I listen rapt with joyful heart till the day is almost gone

The trees, tall and attentive, wave the odd left behind leaf

And as the snow covers up my tracks, I leave behind my grief.

The world's a big and bitter place, most of the time to me

And loveliness and kindnesses are rare for the eye to see

In fellow man, in heartbreak's hand, it's hard to find the love

So I go running through the woods and search for it above.

And there I find it in the quiet with hillside covered in the white

The sparkling brook, the crystal fall, the One who made me, made it all

And for my hungry eyes that yearn, I listen, watch, observe and learn

Then take away the unwritten page He writes for me on nature's stage.

God's whisper, tender, like a glove, restores my soul, renews my love

Washes me clean, removes the stain, then sends me to the world again

And though I travel through the mire, fall in the quicksand, burn with fire

To that sacred place again I'll go and kneel my knees on fallen snow.

Cry out my pain and lay me down, to seek the mercy where grace abounds

Lay down the load I cannot bear, to walk away and leave it there

Pour out my heart for Him to see and let Him mend it once more for me

Reach up my hand to touch His face and meet Him in that secret place.

©by Voo

Jan 31, 2005

 7:30 p.m