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A gentle conversation on my drive north

July 20, 2020 by Lynda 3 Comments

 

Drive north on Rt 89 in MontanaFair warning!  This is a very different post than my usual.  With encouragement from friends, I’m sharing some of my poetry.  I wrote this following a beautiful drive north in Montana along the scenic byway Route 89 from White Sulphur Springs to Route 87 to Great Falls.  May these words inspire and reassure you in this stressful time.

 

 

As I drive the winding, climbing, descending roads in Montana,

I see marvels unfold at every turn at every curve

Far away plains and mountains

Trees sheltering rippling streams

A piercing bolt of purple flowers swaying in the breeze

Vast golden fields of yellow blooms

Swaths of deep green fir trees like dark ribbons adorning the bronze-tipped grass hills

 

I love you, He says to me

Each delight I would have made just for you

As I died for you and would have done if you were the only one I created

 

His love is so generous and expansive

Like a mother who loves each of her children

There is no limit on that love

The more children the more love

He sees us each

He is fascinated with the smallest details of our days,

our humble sweet gifts clumsily made that we bring to Him delight Him,

as the scribbles of a small child delight his parents who hang art on the refrigerator door

 

Here, my Beloved God, is my poem, my photo, my prose,

my feeble but heartfelt praise,

my return to You in small measure of what You give in great abundance

 

Can I give you this, my friend, my sister, my daughter, my fellow traveler?

Can I share this sense of His delight,

of utter abandonment in love?

Each bit of beauty is a caress, a kiss,

an embrace by the white clouds, by the snow on the mountains,

even by the shadows as swiftly moving clouds play hide and seek with the sun beams on the hills.

He gives this to me – I praise Him and adore Him and bless Him in thankfulness and amazement.

 

I wish to share it with you, but I am the recipient not the Giver.

Can I help you open your heart to His ever-present, glorious, all-encompassing Love?

Like another dimension, present but unseen, we see it within our eyes, our hands reaching

our bodies breathing in deeply the scent of roses and pine on the wind, listening to the silence.

 

Only He can give this to you and He does.

Receive it, dear ones, because you are dear to Him.

In knowing Him, loving Him, we know and love ourselves and others and all He has created.

golden grass and deep ravines on the drive northAt Memorial Falls

 

 


A Pause on the Drive North in Montana

Category iconMontana Pilgrimage,  Poetry,  Prayers,  Reflections Tag iconMontana,  poetry

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  1. Sharon Clark Chang says

    July 22, 2020 at 12:56 pm

    Very beautiful, Linda! Thank you for sharing.

    Reply
  2. Laura says

    August 3, 2020 at 8:51 pm

    Love!

    Reply
  3. Margaret Hendrickson says

    August 7, 2020 at 7:35 pm

    It sounds like a song of your heart as well as a poem!
    Peggy

    Reply

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