The Broken Daffodils

Jane Moore sent this poem to us recently.

The Broken Daffodils – A poem by Jane Moore 17th March 2022

Their heads bowed down; I wonder why?

Why not stand tall and see the sky?

What burden came and broke their backs –

That weighs them down…. What attacked?

But still they trumpet, still they glow,

Still they bring joy they do not know.

Their cheerful faces smiles on through

Each day, Each night, Each sorrow new.

When will this end, this brokenness?

How did they end up in this mess?

But still, they stand and still they grow

While others stand by, row on row.

They bring good news that there is hope

Keep standing even though they’re broken.

Broken and beautiful for all to see

Perhaps they are like you and me.

The burdens not visible but they are there

Father God sees and Father God cares!

It will not always be this way

Keep standing, Keep going, there is a new day.

A day when all the pain and tears

The hurt you’ve carried for so many years

Will wash away and God will restore…

all you’ve lost, He’s the God of more…

More light, More love, More peace, less pain

And one day you will stand tall again

And look up to the skies of blue

And praise the Father who loves and cares for you.

A “RESTORE” prayer without words…. A display of “things” that illustrate the cry of my heart and above a small broken glass cross in the bowl, this verse of scripture….

Let my passion for Life BE restored(re-storied), tasting Joy in every breakthrough you bring…to me…

Psalm 51:12(TPT)

After I had written this poem I was tidying up and there was an empty tissue box with the word “RESTORE” on the side. I felt led to cut it out as I needed to “do something with it” and I created A “RESTORE” prayer without words….

A display of “things” that illustrate the cry of my heart to “RESTORE”. The chopping board has what looks like the sea with waves crashing onto the shore… each time the tide rolls in it washes the shore, smooths rough pebbles, re distributes the sand, restores the ground on which we walk beside the sea but it never comes further onto the land than God allows…The empty vase has “naked trees” painted on it… but we know there is life there inside the trunk of a naked tree waiting to be restored in spring just as the vase waits to be restored to usefulness, filled with water and hold daffodils. The succulent in my kettle was a baby I rescued from a much larger plant that was devastated by an attack of the evil “vine weevil”.. it was small but is growing again… being restored. The bowl represents life on earth and the mosaiced sphere is us beautifully coloured by our experiences as we roll along in life, journeying through this world around a small glass cross that I made but one “arm” got broken and above the cross this verse of scripture….

Let my passion for Life BE restored(re-storied), tasting Joy in every breakthrough you bring…to me…

Psalm 51:12(TPT)

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us Jane. (Ed.)

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