A Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love

Within the confines of a mother’s heart

There lives the surety of a mother’s love.

For no matter how innumerable her mistakes

that love holds true

and never lets go.

For in God’s eyes

her affection is beheld, with gratitude,

in the purity of God’s holy grace.

No matter how dark the present seems

nor how black her former deeds perceived

that precious grace holds sway.

Anchored to the rock of his salvation

forgiven sins washed clean

a mother learns acceptance

through the trials of life unforeseen.

She learns patience and forgiveness

at her Savior’s nail scarred feet.

In the surety of a mother’s love

there will always be

a haven of sweet rest

where forgiveness is expressed

no matter what has passed between.

In the surety of a mother’s love

does the picture of how God loves us dwell.

No rancor and no condemnation shows

where sin would have us bound.

For in our undeserved sinful state

came Jesus to love us

and shed upon us his merciful grace.

This is how a mother saved

from such a cruel fate

loves her children to the very end of her all days.

In the surety of a mother’s love

she holds this truth unwavering,

without forgiveness

there is no faith.

By: P. F. Kosak

Faith, hope and love…,

But the greatest of these is love.

A mother’s love never…, never depends on circumstance. It is a constant that abides outside of the ups and downs, the mountains and the dark valleys of our lives.  In that, it is the perfect earthly picture of God’s love for us. As a mother, I know this first hand, as a sinner saved by grace, I know this first hand and as a daughter I have experienced my mother’s constant stubborn love first hand. I will forever be grateful for the gift of loving and being loved as both a mother, as a daughter. 

To say that mother's and our children cannot hurt one another would not be within the realm of reality. We are human and in our very fallible human state we can hurt even those we love. But and this is big, at least for me, how can I say I am a sinner saved by God's grace, washed in the blood of his forgiveness and not exercise the gift of forgiveness towards others, particularly, my loved ones...? I cannot. This poem came to me today. It was a gift the Lord gave to comfort this mother's heart and I felt led to share it is all. 

God bless, 

Paulette

In The Land of Dreaming

In The Land of Dreaming


In the land of dreaming
my spirit is softly singing
a song of tender magic
calling your soul to mine.

With notes melodious but unheard
by mortals with hearts tightly bound,
I sing the song of the Phoenix
and the Unicorn,
where but in the land of dreaming
these creatures cannot be found.

Words sung in mystic tongue harmonic
the melody an enchantment
conjured from mythic realms unseen.
This my song wafts softly
upon a zephyr born,
in dreams,
within beams of heavenly light
where on gossamer wings unfurled
my soul’s music does fly.

I shall sing you to my side beloved.
Where for all time will our hearts reside
on perfumed, heathered hills
and in carpeted valleys of emerald green
we will in safety forever abide.
Within the land of dreaming
my song shall always be your guide
its tender magic ever drawing
your dear soul to mine.

By: P. F. Kosak

At long last my muse whispered to me two nights ago. The voice was that of an angelic child and this is the poem born of that inspiration. Thank you so much for reading. I have been so long away held by a crushing work schedule and exhaustion because my body won't go as far or as fast as my mind travels. Love & blessings, Paulette

 

I'm feeling somewhat esoteric today. Deeply aware of the spiritual realm that is vibrantly alive all around us..., though unseen with our natural eyes. A Holy God stands ever vigilant with his angels guarding us, His children, with all seeing eyes that never sleep. This comfort should sooth us in times when our human flesh is prone to fear. For He who is in us, is greater than he who is in the world. The "he" who is in the world is Satan, the most beautiful angel God ever created, he is called "the deceiver" for a good reason. Most of the time he woos with his beauty and not the ugliness of his nature but once you are caught in his web of lies then the horror of his being, the reality of his heinous lies comes crashing down on your lost soul. 

There is only one escape from the deceiver who rules this world dear ones, the infinite loving grace, the sacrifice of Christ made upon the cross of Golgotha that paid our death sentence once and for all. Blessings to you all again, it wasn't my intention to sound preachy, only the outpouring of my inner soul here on my blog.

I Am Here

I Am Here

I am here
when you think it is impossible
to keep smiling through your tears.
I am here
when you feel you are too weak
to face up to all your fears.
I am here
when you need a shoulder
just to lean on for awhile.
I am standing right beside you
I am your friend and brother
sister, father, mother
I am the lover of your heart and soul.
Lean on me
I will share the yoke of sorrow
I will cry with you, beloved child
and when the sorrow passes
I will dry your tears.
I am here
when the pain of your infirmity
is beyond what you can bear.
I will be there
you can count on me
when in the darkness
you lay shuttering in fear.
I am here
for though you cannot see me
nor feel my arms enfold
and hold you near,
do not lose courage
I am here.
I give you this my promise
from now to eternity my dear.
I will never leave you
nor forsake you
As we live and breathe
in the Spirit of the Most High
who holds us gently in his hands,
reach out and touch me
with your tender heart and soul,
for I am ever near
Yes beloved...,
I am here.

By: P. F. Kosak
July 17, 2010

This poem has a two fold meaning for me. On one level it is a poetic voicing of Christ's promise to believers, given when he ascended into heaven. He promised us he would never leave us nor forsake us, that he would send a comforter in the person of the Holy Spirit who would indwell us until he returned in triumph one day. On the other level, it is an expression of my yearning to be more Christ like toward the people God has blessed to me in this life. My promise to my loved ones whomever they may be, that I will always be there whether in the flesh or in the spirit with God's help I will never forsake that sacred "agape" love.
Thank you my friends for reading and God bless.

The Sylph

My sweet daughter has inspired me to start blogging. I haven't been too successful or consistent in this arena but I'm willing to give it another shot. lolol\
Here I will post my poetic musings and thoughts whether in poetry or prose composed. No claim to perfection made only the soul of this writer seeking.....
Thank you for coming into my world and God bless.
P. F. Kosak

The Sylph


There is a bitter door between love and hate.
It hangs thin and skeletal though still it holds
and I am trapped without a key.
While within my prison
raw edged and alive
la dolce vita lies cruelly outside the caged.
Mute, leaden, deathly silhouette
a shabby ill-used heart lies mutely
passing regret.
Towards the gloom of death
shadows threaten
the fumes of belching acrid stagnant desire
chills the inmate to the bone.
There is no more happy home.
I'm so tired of the fight and I'm out of cigarettes!

There! Just there!
Can you see it?
Suspended within,
my interred soul contemplates escape.
With longing, I look beyond the cell.
Outside the imprisoning bars I see a different fate!
Life, oh beautiful life,
la bella vita,
sprawling, scalding, steamy and glistening
in a willful gluttony of joy!
See how it sparkles hot and sweet
just out of reach,
like a delicious fragrant haze
floating on an errant breeze.

Close my eyes, if wishing could make it so.
Breathe in deeply.
Exhale my spirit
so it may soar.
See how now
I am become a silky supple smoke,
a sensuous sylph
slipping through the space between
reborn,
free at last,
upon the warm wind of my dreams!

By P. F. Kosak/ladyauthor1