Our lives have many different stages. I relate the different places as flowers, I have had times of being compared to a torn-flower, a formidable-flower, and also a melancholy-flower. No matter what time or stage of our life we all need the love and prayer of the observant servant of God. I am thankful God never gave up on me, and grateful for those that included me in their prayer requests.
Melancholy Flower
Melancholy flowers live in the dark place,
Rarely do you see them face to face.
For they wear masks of different kind,
They blend in with their surroundings most of the time.
They will be in lonely corners silently enduring life;
Unwilling and unable to truly feel things right.
They are deep and yet shallow in life’s touch,
Not seeking for or speaking of much.
Hope sounds like a fable and faith does too,
They are not the kind of flower your heart moves to.
Melancholy flowers are not as easy to find,
For they have the ability to be hard to define.
But if you allow Me to help, I see them well,
I know their name and know where they dwell.
I will reveal them to you so you for them pray.
So in God’s mercy they come to stay.
Pray for joy to enter in so light will come,
Pray the melancholy spirt is drawn to God’s Son.
Now they are trapped into a dark place,
But with prayer they may be caught-away, reborn in grace.
Psalms 40:1-3
I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto
Brenda Drake Poetry 
Hi Brenda,
I have been wandering around WP a bit in the last few minutes and came to this post. What stands out so vividly for me is your strength in observation and the wisdom you have been given to discern when one is in need of nurture by prayer.
I learned a long time ago to trust the Holy Spirit when He shows me a sliver of a glimpse of another person. That drop of discernment He entrusts to me is enough for my heart to swell with the love of Messiah Yeshua (Jesus) and sends me to the throne room of my Father in prayer.
A few years back the Holy Spirit gave me such a glimpse of a gentleman in the development my husband and I live in. I returned home and wrote this:
“Before we understand the true gift of another we should wonder after the earlier poems of their life. The ravines and ruts of some far country they were once lost to, which brought them low and vulnerable by distresses intimate and memorable and which are, to this day, unnamed for us. Whatever else we might know about their life, we see the marks of overcoming. We detect the anointing of myrrh.”
I strive to remember that whatever I am shown about another, it is always meant to produce ministrations of love and faith for prayer concerning that precious soul. It is a gift and honor to be entrusted with even the slightest insight from God.
I am thankful to have met you through your beautiful writing. Enjoy a refreshing weekend.
A.
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