Lose it to find it

I have not written anything creative or poetic in a very long time but today as I sat quietly- just me & Jesus- I wrote out my thoughts and prayers and this came out. I didn't intend to write a poem at all- quite spontaneous I must say.

The wind is high, the branches are low

Another one passes by

Well didn't you know- there go mine. There go mine

The stems are bent, the skies they vent

It all whirls up, it all whirls in till it dies-

Yes that is where it hides.

But you say- unless it falls to the floor

Unless I lose my grip

Unless it dries up dead

It will never bear life

Lord help me to let it go-

Help me to take on death right now-

Let me see beyond this seed

To bear your witness crown.

May I bear your witness crown.

-Janine Jones