Sunday, June 26, 2011


Oh to live with passion!
to laugh, to dance, to sing
to see the beauty in everything:
minute flower, towering mountain or stately tree
or carefree poetry.

That the music I make would come from my heart
and that it would sing.
That the canvas beneath my brush
or the clay in my hands
might be a thing
of beauty.

Oh, that the life within me
would flow from the Life who gives life to all
freely and in abundance.
That the extravagance of the Creator
might seep into this life that is a gift
and that echoes of his creative passion
might be heard in my living.

Oh to live with passion!
to begin to see things rightly
and to love truly.
To surrender all so that what is mortal
might be swallowed up
by life.


  1. You've expressed it beautifully, Bethany.

  2. I've been thinking a lot lately about "surrender" and "Christ in me, the hope of glory." Your poem captures this from a different angle than where my thinking has gone--a helpful angle. Surrender is laying down a lot of things we want to grasp tightly, but it is also letting the beauty of the Lord flow in. To be a bit poetically, and since I'm in Nova Scotia right now(!), maybe surrender is like the ocean waves--we let go and the wave goes out, but the Lord pours back into us his creative beauty and life as the wave rushes in.

  3. yes! well said and thanks for the comment.