I want to be free,
says the little magnolia
hanging from the tree.
Won’t someone pick me?
Hold me & say I am pretty?
I’ve been here in the valley
for so long. The people look
at me momentarily & walk away. Am I
only to be brushed
by the wind, wilted by the sun, drenched
by the rain?
But in this despair, my petals
reach out to the sky: I am grateful for
Your love, the water to drink, the heat
warming, the whisper of Your love on the
breeze; how You are unfailing.
My God, the only hope I’ve got, ever had
to bloom was Your faithfulness alone.
You make the broken beautiful –
how some think they’re halved to stay. A
seed never to grow in
the valley where no one wants
to go. Here where clouds cover or sun
beats unbearable, but I know.
Slow. Patient. Intentional.
Don’t forget His love.
He who tends, watches
over, sings His night song
to cast out all the fear making
my leaves tremble.
May the words I speak
make You smile, Lord.
May my heartbeats bring
You closer to remind me
I can’t, never will outrun
Last night, I wrote this while listening to Ellie Holcomb. I don’t know how it happened, but when i heard, Magnolia, I started hearing words of a story in my head. Words that sounded like they where coming from the depths of my soul to God. The cry of my heart. I will never understand the way he works through music and my words, but the peace is beautiful. Knowing that he hears, understands, cares, is something I’m still trying to get to my heart, and reminding myself to tell the truth is even harder. But I’ll sink if not. I’m thankful he knows how to get to me: music and a poem. 🙂
Title inspired by this lovely woman’s poem about who she is.
Favorite line: “Not to fill a hollow
With nothing but sorrow” — yes, yes, and yes. 😍