Dear beautiful Virginia || poems and pictures

 

//  dear beautiful Virginia,

I explored your land and flora weeks ago

and sometimes, I miss it:

the mountains, the water, the way the two merge in fog,

sunrises dancing on rippled waves

before boats wake to slice the surface.

so quiet, those mornings;

seconds before siblings rouse the house in noisy tiptoes.

oh yes, I miss that

 

dear beautiful Virginia,

in you are glimpses of worship -

worship in every wave and higher:

in those mountain tops, Appalachian Trail

where the trees merge in wide views

to climbing green peeks.

explorers trek those hilly paths

and we gave up after bare miles

but in the depths, unknown world, where birds praise

worship is there.

dear beautiful Virginia,
how busy we get
as you rest ever since the world was spoken to life.
us running, walking, living, driving, going;
my time in you had those too -
like drives through your twisty roads, stomach flipping -
times I forgot to worship.
and that's one reason I praise:
because we're offered mercy again
and again.

like waves hitting a shore forever

or deer on golfing green every time I look:

my Father never gives up.

 

dear beautiful Virginia,

we crept from your lakes and mountains to your cityside

and there were glimpses of worship there too.

stories hid in old, brick buildings

and railroads transformed into parks -

and there were beautiful people:

a homeless man who took our picture,

two strangers who met my gaze for a second,

and so many others as we sat to eat.

I imagined my Father's Kingdom,

that Marriage Supper.

I see glimpses of it, even here

and wonder if it's worship.

dear beautiful Virginia,

nearby, one of my favorite aspects: your history

those stories, worship too.

in Appomattox where a war was ended

papers signed, release forms printed.

and I stood where two armies once aligned,

where the last man died, others met face to face

and one side put down their weapons, brave

the others accepted them as brothers,

cheered them on.

I wonder if my Father smiled,

if He rejoiced in the humility, the forgiveness, the chivalry

and cried with them too. 

 

dear beautiful Virginia,

as the sun sets here in my home state again

I remember, and I do miss you

but there's no place like home.

not just here

in this room I call mine -

but Home.

where I can be with Jesus.

He was with me when I visited you:

in lovely overlooks and setting sun

but also in fears

distractions

mistakes.

I praised in those, and I still do.

I praise for Home.

His Kingdom is coming

and He will make all things new.

so farewell Virginia,

I'm going Home. //

happy Thanksgiving,
dear friend!

*hugs*

I wanna be next to You

I wanna be one with Your spirit, Jesus

Teach me to abide in You

To hear Your voice all around me

Your voice all around me

- Abide by Kingdom Culture Worship

But the hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him.

- John 4:23

~♥~