STACIA REYNOLDS

STACIA REYNOLDS

THE WRITER’S WORDS

She writes with passion

She writes with fear

The exploding ink explodes with tears

Upon the page…

As her words pour

From deep within

Her heart cries

Her soul aches,

As her words are drawn.

Expressions not found in vocal utterances

But flows through her pen’s black ink;

The color she prefers to see

As she writes

Her emotions upon the page…

Her journey’s trials

As they move on from day – to – day.

Her pen is her emotional therapy

It is the tool within her hand;

The grasp is firm.

A natural place…

As she writes her words so full of grace,

Unlike her mind,

Which tends to race.

It is her peace through her seasons:

Seasons of sorrow

Seasons of joy

Seasons of peace

Times that explore…

Within her heart.

Her pen seems to find

What is hidden deep;

In different planes

At various times:

Six in the morning,

Noon,

Or at night…

Written on the pages,

Is her journey’s plight.

With exploding words

From passion or tears,

One may understand

Her walk through the years…

When her trials awake

Or when she puts them to sleep,

Either or

They are hidden deep.

No one may see looking outward,

But read between the lines,

She’s very forward.

It is her art

Of emotional release

The passion

The tears,

Of her words;

Are her peace.

Enchanted Plains

To define the land of enchanted plains

Where mountain peaks rise into heaven,

And seas, rivers, streams drink the rains;

Beasts roam the land’s altering leaven.

Men armed and battle ready; do patrol

The sacred stairs to the king’s grand castle,

Set upon the highest hill to control

Savages n’ thieves; the kingdom’s hassle.

A critical force, is its protection.

Perception of one’s eye, is enraptured

Of the grand view and water’s reflection

Of one’s inner soul’s intention captured.

For reasons, obvious, the beasts and king

Vigilance due treachery; armies bring

Sacred stability for all to cling.

 

GOD’S WILL; OUR CUP

As believers,

We pause and ponder

Upon God and His awesome wonders

It may slightly blow with a soft breeze

Or rush through us like a mighty wind

Whether soft or whether mighty

It is in our stillness

And quiet seeking

Of His voice

Listening for His perfect will.

Hearkening unto His voice, that guides

In place of quiet solitude

Is better than a man’s many words

Spoken in vain.

When our speech is hushed

Our ears are open

To the Creator and to others.

A quite hush renders clear vision

He cannot be heard in screams and cries

Of fleshly will

In wilderness seeking

But His Sovereign Will can be found

In the stillness of the morning hours

Or midnight mediations.

God’s thoughts are higher than our own thoughts

His ways are higher than our own ways

Jehovah Elohim is All – Powerful

He is always near

He is omniscient, All – Knowing

He has a plan;

For all our lives are set in motion

According to His will.

Our cup may be filled with undesirables

But is our cup of afflictions flavorless?

Jesus lifted his cup of grief

Seeking His Father’s will

But God’s plan had been poured

And in a quiet solitude,

He found peace;

Acceptance.

Do we accept what has been poured?

Can we hear His voice amidst our wilderness cries-?

Screaming in the center of our dark cloud?

When we pause…

Listen…

Allowing the breeze or wind to blow

Are spirit, our soul, of our earthly vessels

Are open to hear His will;

Understanding the cup that has been poured.

Our cup will overflow,

With God’s blessed will

In our lives; we can see Him move

Mightily in the storms and quiet walks

Contentment is found

In His loving arms.

Confidence

In His strong right hand.

In any situation, we will know

It was all His plan.

STACIA REYNOLDS