Borne on mighty wings, the lure of distant shores,
Vast the oceans passing, the wind by feathers bore.
Freedom deeply breathing, its song, a rally call,
The promise, new beginnings, fulfilment of His Law.
“I bore you up on eagles’ wings and brought you to Myself.”
~ Exodus 19:4
Words unheeded, hope stillborn,
Letters from God, tattered, torn.
Stolen by wind, now lost, forlorn,
Yet in the lull, a brand new song.
Dull in spirit, weak of mind,
Slothful senses, all combine.
Sightings of The Lord, seem hard to find,
Yet here is the Rose, alas, dim eyes.
At dawn, the petals peeling,
Dusk, well deserved resting.
The Lord labours, ever softly,
Waif of a tree, bare, unadorned,
Planted in earth, dry and worn,
Still its leaves glisten, in golden light,
Kissed by His sun, its soul burns bright.
Anawim (Hebrew, pronounced ann-a-weem) refers to the poor who keep faith in God even in hard times.
His direction could not have been simpler,
Follow my commandment, love one another.
But rather than keep to the straight and true,
Wanton detour, a disaster soon to rue.
Autumn leaves come alive,
Oddly in tropical clime.
School children walking by,
A warm spectrum upon them shines.
For like this tree,
God deemed it right,
Creating these kids
with special needs and likes.
So with a kinder eye,
Look beyond and deep,
Rainbows stir us to life!
When our tired senses fall asleep.
I have never seen this tree in autumn colours until yesterday November 13 just after midday. It is located on the sidewalk near the visitors’ entrance to the Rainbow Centre at Margaret Drive, Singapore, a school dedicated to the care of children with special needs including those with autistic spectrum disorder (Do visit their homepage at http://www.rainbowcentre.org.sg).
Disclaimer: This personal post in no way represents the views of the Rainbow Centre.