Through It All

I found you in the laughter.

I found you in the smiles.

I found you in the heartache.

I found you through the miles.

I found you in the empty stillness

deep inside of me.

I found you through it all.

God, the universe, beloved, I found thee.

Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Words. Unspoken.

Prayers drifted through the air.

Thick like smoke. Glissening and shimmering.

Prayers floated all around. Some higher, lighter.

Some weighted down. All in need of answering.

Sorting. Being heard. How do they choose?

Colored and frail some are. Vibrant and bouncy others are.

Whispy and dreamy. Barely visible. All so beautiful!

How? When? Are they answering?

She looked to God as he looked at her. Chuckling at her expression

of overwhelming awe. Struck by the magnitude of all these words.

Many unspoken. Drifting, buzzing, looking for answers.

Only He can provide.

He laughs. Not overwhelmed or put off. 

Laughs.

Eyes aglow and they wrinkle, just so. Hearty and soulful, the laugh is.

She realizes, all this…all these…prayers, like demands,

float everywhere. Unencumbered by their numbers, he laughs. 

Not at the prayers themselves, but at the joy he receives from

acknowledging these prayers. These thoughts. Unspoken words.

Shouts of gratitude. Whips of WTF. He laughs.

Merrily answering or suggesting. As the prayers hover and flow 

all around.

Here You Can Have It, God.

I brought it all to You.

Every scrap I could no longer hold onto.

I asked for sorting, organizing, changing, or tossing it all.

You smiled calmly. Gathered the scraps. Held out Your hand.

I looked perplexed at first. Looking around.

What where You asking for?

Turning around I faced the mammoth I was carrying.

 “You want this, too?”

 ” Yes. ” You waited as I decided. Could I really let THIS go?

It weighted me down. Slowed me. Held me in place.

Yet it was so familar…how could I leave it in Your hands?

Would it come back to me? Would it change anything?

 “You may have it back if, and when, you choose. I ask you to trust me. 

Let me take it from you.”

 Releasing a pent up sigh, I handed the mammoth over.

Thanking You, I walked away. Feeling much lighter. 

Wondering what would come of it.

Would I survive without it? The answer was always yes! 

So, why is it easier to hand over the tiny scraps, then it is to hand over everything?

It was everything.

The burdens, the joys, the stumbles, and the toys.

It was everything. You stood there, 

holding everything for me, as it should be.

I was free to roam where I pleased, as long as I gave back to thee.

Brought Into Heaven

You walked, pranced, beside me.

Climbing the rainbow bridge.

One last goodbye, we spoke.

Before you passed through the gates.

Holy light. Glowing from beyond the golden structures.

So bright it should hurt the eyes.

Soothing in it’s shine.

With love and fullness I turn around.

Walking slowly toward the ground.

You are tucked away with God.

I am here. On earth. Still.

Until the time comes to walk another forward.

The journey is ever evolving.

I am here to play my part.

It Snowed Today

It was God’s way to wash

the world in a blanket of white

purify and delight

hold up all our rights

change the course in the night.

It was God’s will to blanket our world. 

Extinguish the greys with the brightest of whites.

Blinding in our delight.

Thank you for the new day. For this beautiful sight.

God Smells

Yes. God smells.

He smells like pine sap,

lemonade and fresh rain.

He smells like chocolate cake.

Like miracles that Grandma’s bake.

God smells like babies, kittens, and spice.

He smells like everything nice.

Old spice and candy canes.

Fresh snow and ocean rains.

He smells like apples ripening in the sun.

Fresh mowed grass.

Summer fun.

Yes, God smells like everything miraculous and ordinarily mundane.

He smells like hope and dreams, if they smelled like anything.

Most of all, God smells of sunshine and roses.

All the good things we breathe through our noses.

Yes. God smells.

When Magic Appears

The current is not subtle,

Suggestive or unknown.

It seems so fast and slow.

Nothing will describe it.

A glimpse of the surreal.

Peppered with Angel feathers.

Sent of vanilla and lemons in the air.

A different kind of magic.

One God breathes to life.

He gave a glimpse of it to all who cared to look

With wide and open eyes.

Sought to feel nothing, but a darkness pulling us down.

He lifted each and everyone.

Placed them gently on the ground.

A pat on the head. I thought, He chuckled, too.

Then, like the magic He is, light returned to the fold.