From the desk of The Rhyming Elephant This is for the Herman family, especially Robert. I dont know you and Heather all that well, but I remember, Robert, how very encouraging you were to our Lisa, and how your words and compassion towards her always lifted her, and helped her face another day. I asked God for something for you, for Heather, for your family, and didnt understand the contrast in this poem until after it was written. Simply put, heather, as in heather on the Moor, is the provision and the care for fauna. But at such a time as this, Heather, as in your Heather, needs the sustaining, the support, the lifting up. Your love, your prayers, your family, is Heathers provision for this time. I trust that I have heard God right, and this poem will be an encouragement to you and yours. You are an honourable and good man, Robert, and I greatly admire your strength. Gods Heathers Heather on the Moors, in this, the winter time. Looking bleak and fragile, along each ridges line. But watch, and wait, and see whats drawing near. Suffolk sheep graze branches tips, along side stag and deer. Within its tangled branches, heather hides the fox. And ptarmigan find shelter, as they grow their winter socks. Hedgehogs find their place, of course, along with mountain hare. And The Father says, Come near, theres lots of room to spare. Heather in His arms, in this, her winter time. Oh, so weak and fragile, each moment intertwined. But look, see The Father, gathering family strands. And take their place, in prayer or deed, when she alone cant stand. Within her tired heart, Heather hides the whole. Family that The Fathers given, family that holds her soul. On better days, grand kids nest in weakened arms. And for just a while, those arms find strength, and absorb their special charms. The Father says, Robert, my son, fret not when you cant pray. For others stand beside you, and their prayers will fill this day. Hold fast to Heathers hand, and place them both in Mine. For My Grace is always standing by, as each dawn greets you one more time. He made your Heather, and the heathers, look within the Psalms. But your Heather has a special place, within The Fathers palm. And in this, your Heathers winter time, so tired and worn and spent. I pray, Father, gather family round, and let their prayers be her tent. Love you all, Hermans.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 08:32:06 +0000
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