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Dawn

July 29, 2019 / / 0 Comments

Twilight Breaks within the sky

Its colors ever glowing

Sunrise of this day draws nigh

The morning dew now showing

 

It pushes back the morning star

Returning to his home

But wishes that he’d not go far

Wanting ne’r to be alone

 

Twilight breaks and colors change

Cutting through the trees

Passion and beauty rearrange

Once more the soul to seize

 

A focused part of this timeless morn

Even though the day must start

Closer brings the sun, the light reborn

Yet the Dawn forever keeps my heart.

 

 anthony forrest

Painted Fire

July 22, 2019 / / 0 Comments

Upon the water

Painted fire

From morning skies above

 

Dance without care

Or fear of shame

For its liquid burning love

 

White caps toss

Painted fire

There! Now to now fro

 

Gleaming sheets

Of sun-cast seas

This I love the most

 

 

anthony forrest

A Study on Psalm 138

July 15, 2019 / / 0 Comments

With all of my heart and pieces of being

I cry praise before an angel mob.

Your unending truth and relentless love

buckle my legs beneath the weight

of Your Name.

 

One day all will fall as I have fallen

and exalt all of His ways.

They will fall and lift heart

to the One on high, and forever

give Him praise!

 

Though on high is He and King of creation,

he bends to heal the heart of a peasant.

From a distance my God knows

the prideful heart,

cold,

full of resentment.

 

How fearful the road and full of danger,

anger

from those who mock the King.

Yet His purpose will pass by His always love,

and a firm grasp of the right hand of rescuing.

 

anthony forrest

Rain, Cool and Mild

July 8, 2019 / / 0 Comments

As he stood in his robe and gazed

Through the glass

His eyes yet blurry

And speech somewhat slurry

With hair still tussled a bit

 

Through the window he watched the rain

Gently falling

And dripping from pines

The White Pine’s tines

The Jack Pine and Blue Spruce too

 

An unassuming rain it was

With encouraging promptings

Of later sleeping

And quiet keeping

Of moving a little slower today

 

As birds searched for branches

And squirrels for cover

Deer nestled into briers

And raccoons retired

For today God gave them falling rain

 

So as he stood in his robe and gazed

Through the glass

Calmly he smiled

At the rain cool and mild

And returned himself to his bed

 

anthony forrest

Canoe Along

July 1, 2019 / / 0 Comments

An easily carried canoe moves and glides

Through waters and tides

With paddling strokes cutting

And pushing

Along

While calling loons haunt

And trill

The silent canoe moves seamlessly in strides

 

Shades of colors changes the early morning sky

From drowsy darkness to light

With painting strokes blotting

And cutting out stars

While water melts

And twists the colors

Reflected and bright

 

An autumn breeze passes coldly and brisk

Then upon the cheek kissed

Reminds of leaves shaking

And falling

From trees

Of cozy cider and nutmeg

Warming souls to bliss

 

A comfy cotton cap muffles no song

The chick-a-dees will not be wronged

Of audiences sitting

And listening

To choirs

And though we move quietly

Anciently

Our presence is known as we paddle our canoe along

 

anthony forrest

Stealth

June 24, 2019 / / 0 Comments

 

Sit with coffee

Also book on lap

Hear song on wind

Of time passed

 

Passing time passes

Without help

And unnoticed if not claimed

Then departs in stealth

 

Stand with silence

Also thoughts on mind

Note the changing seasons

Heed the signs of passing time

 

 

anthony forrest

The Mirror

June 10, 2019 / / 0 Comments

Another rough night in the airport. I balanced my toothbrush on the counter ledge while I splashed my face with water. I know I shouldn’t complain about travel. God has blessed my wife and I with the ability and opportunity to see, learn, share, and discover unmeasured blessings during our travels. But each time I sleep on an airport floor, I get a little broken—little more bent over, like an old man having lived an old life. But fresh clothes, toothbrush, and face-splash of motion activated sink water were slowly injecting life back into my soul.

Glasses back on, I look up to survey the damage.

Not too bad.

I turned to walk out of the bathroom and spotted something out of the corner of my eye. Etched into the mirror were these words,

“forgive yourself.”

I’ve seen these words before. They’re all over social media, self-help books and blogs, and on the lips of many popular Christian speakers.

Standing there, I wonder what this person has done. He has gotten himself into trouble, and now he’s looking for answers. He wants to be forgiven. But he looks to himself for answers. He seeks in vain. How can any of us expect to save ourselves from ourselves?

There is but One who has promised forgiveness. God grants it—freely. Though our sins are like scarlet, He makes us whiter than snow. He pardons with a smile. So look not into the mirror seeking answers within yourself.

 

Stand and peer

Into mirror

To seek to

Know your soul

 

Turn and look

Read like a book

The narrative

Of your heart

 

Tune your ears

And listen with tears

To a song

You do not know

 

Rest in peace

For His love will not cease

God’s knowledge of you

Is enough

 

anthony forrest

Follow On Along

May 27, 2019 / / 0 Comments

Step onto the path

of sad snow, broken and watered down,

nearly gone.

Old tufts of old grass push through.

It’s their time soon.

My steps are not the first.

So I follow on along the path laid

down by the wild things—

the toes of turkeys and finely cut

prints of squirrels, newly awakened.

 

anthony forrest 

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