The sound of raindrops
and the smell of fir branches…
I was lapped by time.
I am mindful of
many things I hold in faith,
committed to God.
In this reverent mist
silver memories descend
gentle on my face.
I think of my heart,
its four chambers birthed from me
leaving Their Promise
soft there inside me,
layers of a tight red rose
blossoming each day
It’s these Christmas gifts,
given in deep love, bright hope
Of that final gift…
…of arriving home,
every Promise made fulfilled,
All Things Then Restored.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Beautifully written! I love the sentiment. 🙂
Thank you!! Haiku is a pretty pure form of poetry to me, as it is like the taking of a medieval tapestry and then making that tapestry into lace…and what you take away has to be as much of a poem as what is left…that is my goal anyway!!
Thanks Sissa! ❤
You do it well! 🙂
“I think of my heart,
its four chambers birthed from me
leaving Their Promise”
L.o.v.e.
Few know this metaphor, fewer still its echoes