The Tender

Amidst a bitter loss
What brings the Tender through
The comfort of the Cross
And Resurrection too


When the gathering is gone
Silent raging feelings, feels alone
Now heaven is plus one
Remember God still sits enthroned


When the heart of the Tender is weak
Unable to stand at all
Lay still tender one
Omnipotence is at your call


When the weight is too heavy
The pain unbearably sharp
Gentle Jesus is nearer
He pulls you to his heart

There is no greater Father
No one who knows so well
The pain felt by the Tender
Nor the balm to make him well

(c.a.f. 11.20.2010)

The Place

Pondering glorious things
Beauty plucks my heart strings
The melody lingers whist it sings
Mind deeper in The Place

Aching my heart for the new
Finishing my days through
Tapping the time to
Be in The Place

Embracing not to let go
Tears in eyes will overflow
How to wait here below
For that prepared Place.

Exiled here in fallen shame
Enduring consequences but not blame
All united in the same
Longing for The Place

Rent the Sky

Rent the sky

Pay in gratefulness
Cherish the sun
Rays glorious
Melt my heart
To the marvelous
Wonders of You.

(c.a.f. 5.22.2010)

Doors

I take a moment to contemplate. My Heart has many doors.
In the silence of my mind I walk it's corridor.
Door One has cares and weights I wish not to touch today.
Door Two is a meandering road where I could easily lose my way.
Door Three may find a sponge, a mop or a full laundry bin.
But door Four has You and that's the room I choose to get lost in.

(c.a.f 4.13.2010)

This Is The Life

Your body is quiet, so soft and so warm
Your chubby legs are curled, foot rests on my arm
The curve of your lips are puckered like a kiss
Are gently drinking and you sigh in your bliss
Oh this vignette grows distant too fast
I wish to preserve this moment in glass


Today I might have been doing something "great"
I might have regularly had dinner at eight
I might have spent my money on purses or clothes
Or frequented all of the best Broadway shows
I might have traveled all over the World
But then I wouldn't have you, my sweet little girl.


Instead of laboring in the evolving work force
I labor for order, naps, obedience, and chores
I don't have glamorous dinners out late
Instead I eat at six, toast, bacon and eggs
I have not bought clothes, perhaps in years
I learn of most movies from the view of my peers


My precious baby, it's an honor to give
Every moment of the life I might have lived
To nurture and tend to your body and soul
You were that "something missing" that I didn't know
You undo me with your smiles and your charms
You overflow my heart, my mind, and my arms.

Rest peacefully now, my baby so sweet
Your dependant season is ever so brief
Mommy is battling off each little care
I'll clean all your diapers and soft wispy hair
I'll wipe your nose and all of your spit up
This is the life I would never give up.

(c.a.f. 3.24.2010)

A Sweet Little Girl

A wiggle, a giggle, a tickle, a toe

Two hands, a clasp and away we go

Spinning and grinning and twirling a-whirl
Ladybugs and tender hugs, a sweet little girl.

A curl, a lash, a soft curvy cheek
Feet thumping, legs jumping, a mousy squeak

Kisses and squishes and wishes galore
Roses and touching noses, a sweet little girl.

(c.a.f. 3.19.2010)