Treasure in Jars of Clay

The sun is shining brightly here There isn’t a single fear   We are roaming free Like butterflies and bees  In the ever present, never absent  Sunflower field.  We dance around the green grass and leaves We don’t stop, our heart is finally at ease Up and down the rows of yellow flowers Looming above them like strong and bold towers We are shining bright as the sun We are finally free  In the sunflower field.  Come join me in  Joyful song, all day long.  Kick up your feet Dance to the beat That is The sunflower field.  Swaying in the breeze, Carefree like bumble bees We have found a place to rest The anxiety lifted off my chest, At the sunflower field.  I’m safe and protected here I don’t fear The light is bright  My mind finds peace tonight  Dreaming of dancing by moonlight  In the arms of the sunflower field.  Take me in, twirl me ‘round  Softly tumbling on plush ground, Listening intently to the sound  That is the birds and the breeze, Flying through the trees  Awakening my need To b

Sometimes I wonder, Why did their babies survive  And mine Did not? I still love you God And  I know You Love  Me It’s just a question  

There was a space that once was filled It was brimming with happiness that never stilled. I felt the motion in my belly, Making my stomach wiggle like jelly. My heart melts to think of you Then all of a sudden it turns blue. Blue sky, blue rain, Drain, drain away the pain.  My belly once was filled with you two, And now all that is left is blue.  I  Miss You Two. 

I can’t Push  Past The Why.  🥺

My life feels like a pile of messy papers, A whirlwind that never feels like it tapers.  Stack upon stack cover the ground, My mind is spinning ‘round and ‘round Up  Side Down.  Turn that frown around, They say. It gets easier Some Day.  When? I feel overwhelmed With the stacks of papers Piled on high  Stacks of papers To the sky. Why? He will pick them up, Order their filing And I will see There will be no denying He grants me G r a c e  He fills this  S p a c e With His love Sent from above. My life feels like a stack of papers Piled up high Messy papers To the sky. Why? DCanela