syncopated rhythms
hello there spring
the world’s awake
bold blue backdrop
gold-brushed rays
both sun and sky
collaborate
peace permeates
this grace-filled space
ice melts and I
embrace your gaze
reflected
in a mid-March way
can’t this hour
last for days?
tomorrow knocks me
two steps back
with frigid air
each breath a gasp
wind’s whistle
pierces through my chest
clouds hide your face
Lord, have you left?
have you withdrawn
from my distress?
please
tell this storm to take a rest
are only easy seasons
blessed?
rain-days fermata
clear skies transition
I fight
God’s syncopated rhythms
why
won’t earth rush to resolution?
to my delight
or great frustration
slow wisdom
orchestrates each season
whether
lament or celebration
there is a time for everything
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About the Author
Mindy DeBoer
Mindy works with Power to Change – Students in the francophone ministry. She lives in Montréal, QC, a city she is thrilled to call home. Her apartment contains more instruments than she can play and more books than she can read, because music and the written word create a world where she can glimpse Christ’s worth.
