This poem was written as I sat in the safest place I have ever been, a friend Sharon’s house.  My emotions were free, I felt I could be me.  And I wondered in the silence and depth of the place about God and how dreams originated from Him.

Mystery of His Love – Ashly P Ash

 

Fredericksburg, VA
Fredericksburg, VA

The way the world fits together

Fall into place, things would never

A design and artist in His chair

Dreaming up the world from his lair

Pencil and pad as he sketched the sky

Pictures on walls of you and I

He loved me then; He loves me now

The mystery to me is how

 

Was creation simply a rough draft

And our purpose to shape and craft

What were You thinking as You dreamed?

When you thought of me, did You beam?

Did you cry knowing the pain I’d cause

Realizing the sacrifice needed in pause

He loved me then; He loves me now

The mystery to me is how

 

The river rushing from your throne

To reach all men and bring them home

Was this in your master plan?

Or were your force to arrange your hand

How do you see me in your sketches?

Am I free of all life’s messes?

He loved me then; He loves me now

The mystery to me is how

 

The only place I’ve felt so safe

Was so fully quiet and empty space

Where the sky was pushed back overhead

And I thought of excuses to stay there instead

Communion came free; I knew you knew me

For once creativity flowed forth to see

He loved me then; He loves me now

The mystery to me is how

 

A minute is a day and a day is a minute

Any time spent with you is infinite

The clarity and voice that speaks here

Helps me see myself quite clear

When you dreamed up what I see in the world

I imagine in your smile your lips slightly curled

He loved me then; He loves me now

The mystery to me is how

 

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