Shimmering Soul

Quivering shakes
Trembling wakes
Heartaches
It’s a soul that breaks

Unseen hands
Wrap like bands
Sheltering strands
Hold in commands

Pain never leaves
Held through the heaves
Endurance receives
True love perceives

Quietly bold
Young growing old
Old but won’t fold
True strength behold

Because of the care
Because one was there
Through the unfair
Of Him now aware

Shimmering soul
Life has a toll
But now you are whole
With God in control

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Whispers of Always

In the quiet of the night
A whisper that brings light
Not light to show a room
But lighten loneliness and gloom

Now blackness doesn’t press
Instead, it’s a caress
A weighted blankets hold
Within a safety fold

A single word of care
Reveals that you are there
Now eyes can close in sleep
No longer will they weep

With a single touch
You have said so much
In a simple phrase
I hear our always blaze

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Dirty Floor

Original art by Mary Grace van der Kroef

Dirt upon my floor
I know it as much more

Within the scattered mess
Hidden proof I’m blessed

Dried play dough there
A moment without care

Bread crumbs careless brushed
Bellies filled, hunger hushed

Sand tracked all this way
Hearts a brim with play

While I push a broom
Do not now presume

As I cast it out
There is not a doubt

The memories I’ve saved
In my heart, they are engraved

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Sacred Kiss

Your love is like a sacred kiss
But never dose it bring me bliss

Its mark is burned into my soul
Smoulders there as living coal

It feeds my passion and my strife
So angered by this willful life

It feeds the longing to depart
But also bids me do my part

I fear my heart will melt away
You mould me here, like potters clay

Fired firm, within your flame
Ready to my purpose claim

Your love, it has a plan for me
That love is truly this life’s key

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Hope Like Cold Furry

She took my anger
And flew away
So now, I can finally pray

She was God’s Grace
Before I asked
He gave it through her winging blast

Hidden in
My seeking brush
Hope is his, my fears to crush

He knows my needs
Before I call
This is his story after all

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Original painting by Mary Grace van der Kroef