Gallery – One Word at a Time

Shiloh Rose

A peace, a calmness, a quietness,

At depths I won’t try to explain.

Tranquility, like I’ve never known,

That overwhelms worry and pain.

More than I could ever ask for,

Or could have even dreamt.

Abundance, an overflowing cup,

Every unknown need and desire met.

A present, first wrapped in uncertainty,

That truth and love quickly replaced.

His gift, His blessing, His promise,

His light shining in a brand new face.

A name to represent all of this,

The emotions, the change, the growth,

To remember, yet look forward to,

All the beauty of Shiloh Rose.

Think about the beginning.
Dark and uncertain,
buried beneath the surface.

Was there fear in the uncertainty?
Was their trembling in the dark?
Were there tears in the depth?

Think about the middle.
Growth and change,
emerging into the world.

Did the fear cause the change?
Did the trembling cause the debut?
Did the tears cause the growth?

Think about the display.
Beautiful and blooming,
reaching proudly to the sky.

Was it worth the fear and uncertainty?
Was it worth the trembling?
Was it worth all of the tears?

Think about the end.
Drooping and falling,
returning to the ground below.

Is the hope greater than the fear?
Is there comfort in the trembling?
Is there happiness in the tears?

Is there hope in the One
Who’s kindness and gentleness,
and love and grace know no end?

Is there trust in the One
Who planned and controls it all,
Who never makes mistakes?

Is their belief in the One
who will take all of the fear and doubt
and turn it into something beautiful?

They say home is where
Your heart is.
Maybe because it always
Goes with.

It stays in place,
Beating and pumping,
Keeping a rhythm,
Staying whole.

It’s doors and windows
Open, letting in other souls,
Places, and dreams
To hold.

But the wind blows,
And life changes,
Causing cracks and
Breaks to form.

But still, it goes on
Beating and pumping,
Though the new rhythm
Changed the song.

It has to move on, or
Move away, letting go,
Instead of holding on
To the pain.

Home is where the
Heart is, since it always
Stays. But home becomes
More than one place,

Found in the pieces
That are broken off,
That can’t come with-
Even though without them,

It’ll never be whole.