The wait for winter When the wind gets colder And the days get shorter Incrementally The finality of Fall Becomes a reality Not with doom Rather ... soon A season of snug Warm fires or blankets and hot chocolate in a mug The sweet celebration The coming of Our Messiah, Our Lord His birth Never … Continue reading Waiting for Winter
"Because she loves me," says the Lord, "I will rescue her. I will protect her, for she acknowledges my name. She will call on me, and I will answer her. I will be with her in times of trouble. I will deliver her and honor her. With long life, I will satisfy her and show … Continue reading A Loss
How high can a butterfly fly? Only God knows how, when and why For He designed each wing before each cocoon Just as He knows the shape of our brow before placing us in our mother's womb Oh to Him who is immeasurably able! Can we fathom? Can we find a label? No! There is … Continue reading A Poem of Praise
Fall is brewing Leaves spewing Brittle remnants of the past Love thrives in bold color Beneath the valor Lies death Slowly taking Breath forsaken Shadows beckon Wait ... Is that all we get to do is wait? Waiting Is hope Waiting Precedes every resurrection ~~~ The Lord is good to those whose hope is in … Continue reading The Wait
(Photo credit from a brother in Christ, Steve Keagle). His plenty corn His painted sky Let us dare not pass Him by Heaven's fire Lights the horizon Ablaze ... amazing Overcomes the weakest souls Shouting emboldened praise Glimpse of Christ In all His glory Let our voices unite and raise: Hallelujah! Receiving His power Streaming … Continue reading Hallelujah to the God of all Creation!
When I ask for forgiveness It takes me at least twice The first time through Is what I would say to you Skim the top of The sin situation Lord knows But oh he wants us to grow He wants us to lay it And see the ugly in it Set our flesh afire With … Continue reading Asking Jesus for Forgiveness
Bird sounds are story News of the hours coming forth Rhythms, schisms Songs of belonging Sailing From tree tops to bus stops Some so sweet Their honey-dipped tweets Others with purpose Repeating As their tiny hearts beat A message burning their beaks They have no choice but to speak Together in nature This flying body … Continue reading Morning with His Birds