Thursday, October 9, 2008

Your Lens

I've been working on a manuscript, so I haven't done much posting over the last few days. Brittany is off today (she's a teacher, and she's off for Yom Kippur), so she, Emma, and I are going to go shopping and out for lunch. Then we'll stamp and scraabook while Emma naps. Sounds like the perfect day!

Since the colors are almost  peaking here, I thought I'd post a photo and a lyric I wrote a few years ago. I was just so moved by the palette of colors surrounding me. This is the view from my front porch:

Your Lens

Point my lens at the trees, try to capture the leaves
their stories told as they begin to fall.
Once but mere little shoots, then You set down their roots
and now they've grown more than thirty feet tall.

Bright yellows and greens were the first colors seen
as autumn knocked upon summer's door.
Then the air became chilled, the crisp nights became still
crowns of red jewels all the trees now adorn.

The trees sway and they dance by the brush of Your hands,
with gentle breezes and in mighty winds.
They weather the seasons, they keep changing with time,
they'll be stripped bare soon but won't seem to mind.

I shoot frame after frame and their beauty's the same,
my soul so moved that I scarcely can breathe.
And I wonder, my God, when You look through Your lens
if this tree's all that You hoped it would be.
     Oh, to see this tree through Your lens...

On this crisp autumn day, my soul dances and sways
keeping time with the touch of Your hand.
But my colors all change and my leaves rearrange
when pain and fear upon my branches land.

God, help me weather seasons, help me change with time.
Strip me bare, Lord, and I'll try not to mind...

Now Your lens points to me, aimed to capture my leaves
true colors revealed as my leaves start to fall.
I'm a mere little shoot, but in Christ I have roots.
In Him, may I stand more than thirty feet tall.

As You shoot frame after frame, is my beauty the same?
Is Your soul moved that You scarcely can breathe?
And I wonder, my God, when You look through Your lens
am I all that You hoped I would be?
Oh, to see myself through Your lens...

God, help me weather seasons, help me change with time.
Strip me bare, Lord, and I'll try not to mind...

As You shoot frame after frame, is my beauty the same?
Is Your soul moved that You scarcely can breathe?
And I wonder, my God, when You look through Your lens
am I all that You hoped I would be?

Oh, to see myself through Your lens...

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4 comments:

Lorie said...

Oh, this is a beautiful poem! Thanks for visiting my blog! :o)

Chrissy D said...

Vicki - this is a beautiful poem. I am right there in that self reflection with the LORD. HE has me examing myself closely and is showing me where I am falling short. I appreciate you sharing this! May I ask you how you attached your signature? I am having a hard time with that! Thank you!

Lori said...

Vicki,
Not only are those trees absolutely beautiful, but so is your poem. Wish I were there.
Hugs,
Lori

Janet said...

What a great poem! the leaves are changing here too and the tourists love it!!!
I have also tagged you! Check out my blog for info:)
hugs