When His sun rises open wide your eyes see JOY in bird flit and flight When morning comes unblock your ears listen to HOPE in their song When day has broken BE STILL Know, like them He is good His birds see Light fly freely … explore live their lives more When clouds cover … Continue reading What Can We Learn from His Birds?
Category: Nature
His Handiwork
He who paints these flower petals is my God who designed my eyes, hazel-ish green and yellow around the pupil, though hard to be seen I know it's there Evidence my Father in heaven cares He who lushes lilacs with aroma is my God who embedded in my being pheromones, my own unique body odor … Continue reading His Handiwork
Your Sculptor has spoken Beauty lies within the broken Frozen twigs Like icy hearts A morning song they still sing Glistening Rocks layered with ice wait with hope, listening For NOTHING Not weather or nature Nor demons who prey like vultures Not fallen angels or his minions Not death itself because in Him death is … Continue reading
Being in His Presence
crickets early morning cadence train signals in the distance stars arranged in their places in the silence they speak more than gazing being opens your soul to receive a majesty so grand to live is to recognize the privilege being in the presence of Our One True God, Master Designer of this plan Now all … Continue reading Being in His Presence
Morning with His Birds
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
His Light on a Tree
Like fire emboldens His light awakens Tired, crusty bug-eaten branches Searching for their next rations Been dry for weeks The puddles fill with mud and sleep But oh ... On this eve of Sabbath Jesus makes a straight path To heaven's reserve Manna for trees trapped by a curb Though their roots are hindered by … Continue reading His Light on a Tree
We are Woven
A warm breeze Fragrant air Gently moving my hair Tall tulips speak in bold pink An old tree looms over head Cracks in his bark Legacy unsaid A bunny nose twitches to and fro Spying movement from the side They don't see well what's right in front. They learn because they tried. God prepares the … Continue reading We are Woven
One More Day ’til Spring
One day til Spring The feet of a songbird Grasp the bare basin Seeking fresh water The glimmer of sun Catches her eye She can't see in front Only to the side Chirping Where are the others? Those thirsty and dry? Alone with nothing, she sighs She hops down Into damp dirt A puddle where … Continue reading One More Day ’til Spring
Post Snow
A graveyard of sticks after the snow Some walks unshoveled leaving question of where to go Frigid lines, icy and stiff Pine needles … cold but close enough to sniff Winter decreases motivation The loss of color, an abomination Yet there is bright Snow-capped lantern day or night Ahh yes, we are not alone Though … Continue reading Post Snow
And the Rain Comes
What can we learn from the rain? Pelting the ground Puddles deepening Gutters need sweeping What can we learn from the rain? Its pitting Hitting tough spots Even flooding What can we learn from the rain? Is it possible to drown in pain? Never letting go Guilt should be done and over What can we … Continue reading And the Rain Comes
Faith Hope and Poetry 