Saturday, August 04, 2012

Strung Dreams


When we were young
And dreams were strung
Like clothespins on a line,

Our world was new.
Our skies? Clear blue,
And ev'rything was fine.

But storms and clouds
And vulture crowds
Pulled dreams right off the line.

We saw some blood...
Fell into mud...
And knew we were not fine.

Yet God has shown
Each tear, each groan
Can fit his plan divine.

We're old, not young,
But hope's re-strung
Like clothespins on a line.


Let your steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us,
even as we hope in you.
(Psalm 33:22 ESV)

This poem and photo ©2012 James L. Swindle.


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