Sometimes, I still feel so small,
Looking up at distant height;
Sometimes, forward’s just a crawl,
When soul desires freedom’s flight.
But just as trees need lifetime’s span,
So my progress time requires;
Just as pine from seed began,
So my heart grows what’s desired.
Lord, remind your daughter small
That You delight in stages earned;
Walking comes when first I’ve crawled,
And flying after running’s turn.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
That’s fantastic!
Thanks! Maybe if I keep writing the truth, I will learn to believe it? 🙂
Amen.
Sometimes slow is freedom’s flight. A nice early morning poem to get my day started with a thought and question to live my way into today.
I like that, Ivon – we are too much a ‘race’ race, aren’t we? Progress is progress, no matter the amount…
Yes, it is nice to just be.
I really love this, Melody–so full of the truth of our gentle Father’s love for us; He celebrates each step we take with Him! God bless you Big–love, sis Caddo
I have lived so much of my life waiting to be ‘finished’ – but that isn’t the point, is it?? The point is to live – and breathe, and grow, in whatever ways the day brings us.
Absolutely, Melody!!
Love this your imagery is beautiful you paint with words.
Thank you! 🙂
Magnificent picture, Melody! What did you do, got on your tummy to take such great shot? All in the name of art 🙂
xoxo
Just about – I had to lie right down on a pile of prickly pine cones… As you say, all in the name of art! *giggles*