You'll Never Be Lonely - summer

You'll never be lonely

if you know where I live -

whatever you need

I'll be ready to give.

There's so much in this life

that we can give or take,

to overlook a caring heart

is a mournful mistake.

You'll

Assurance....- summer

My salvation is not in the sun,

the forests, meadows or mists;

No, my salvation is in the Lord

and all of this proves He exists!

Patiently, He's made me aware,

awakening me to know He is there

as high as the mountains

and deep as the sea

so great does His love

hold humanity;

as sure as we live upon this land

so we are witness of his Almighty hand;

when I go to the hills

I can know it is He

who sits in the stillness next to me -

in my praise of nature

may I never ignore

the assurance of His presence,

this Creator, who is Lord.

Broken Before the Lord - spring

Peter was strong, steadfast and brave,

whatever went wrong, he never ran away.

Nicknamed "the rock", by Jesus he stood,

day after day - he knew he always would.

Trusting his strength when times were tough

until the time came when his strength was not enough.

From the darkness they came with the torches of light,

carriers of fear cutting through the night.

Peter grew weak and left the Lord's side

slipping away, hoping to hide -

hear him cry, hear him cry.....

He opened his heart and out it poured,

he was broken before the Lord.

-

No sooner had tears left Peter's eyes

than Jesus was taken and crucified,

but Peter came back - 10 times as brave

when Jesus was risen and Jesus forgave -

this time Peter knew from where the strength came

every time a miracle was done in Jesus name...

Peter opened his heart, and out it poured,

he was broken before the Lord.

Afternoon Tea - spring

What a comfortable setting it was -

the white lace and teacups

on a table for two;

the world kept and bay,

no more room,

no more room...

*

We could chat and listen

and sip our brew,

laugh, or shed a tear or two;

sharing our lives, just me and you.

*

I will sorely miss our afternoon tea -

but more,

I'll miss your company.

Triangle Flag - Memorial Day

There's a triangle flag displayed on my wall;

dark blue with white stars

like when daylight is gone

and you see past here - to beyond.

*

Many souls have served

beneath that flag

when it was unfurled in the field,

to later lie beneath it spread,

in rest, they all are healed.

A symbol only,

of unity,

that becomes more precious still,

with each new life that gives itself

of it's own free will.

*

There 's a triangle flag displayed on my wall;

dark blue with white stars

like when daylight is gone,

and you see past here - to beyond.

Morning Sun - spring

The morning sun is spilling over the landscape now;

It's cream and butter spreading its way over grass and ground;

up the tall buildings of the concrete world.

*

Absorbed by the hunger and thirst of the living -

setting its clocks by its warm announcement

that once again life is on the rise.

Session - Spring

I just had another session

in my garden of possibilities,

taking care of problems,

plucking out all the weeds;

but what would my garden ever be

if all I did was remove and weed? -

a barren plot must cry for seed,

a need I must supply.

I'll sow with love and plant with care

and time will fertilize,

until the day when the weeds that are there

no longer have room to rise.

Mary - Easter

How could the people gathered 'round

in this crowded place

know the feeling of the full eyes

of God upon my face?

-

and all of the acceptance

from this giver of the Sacred Grace,

-

pouring out His lavish Love

allowing me to live and share -

-

I poured my tears upon His feet

and wiped them with my hair.

Luke 7:38, John 11:2

Need - spring

Inside we're still children,

needing to be loved,

it's something that we can't outgrow

or ever get too much of;

Born with a hunger into this world,

our hearts can be deceived;

love is life's true answer,

and God holds all we need.

Wake Up, O Spring - Easter

Wake up, O Spring!

and spread your arms wide,

your face upturned to steadily rise

toward the warmth of the sun

and the God who has given

life to all who in newness have risen.

*

Let all the shadows that fell before

be but libation that passion has poured

upon all creation which is newly restored

to the glory,

the glory,

of the immortal Lord.

*

Wake up, O spring!

your slumber is passed,

your day of revival is here -

at last!

Earthy Season - Spring

Spring grows up from the ground,

an inch at a time I've found;

first the grass, then pinfeather leaves

working their way from the branches of trees...

fall begins at the top of the landscape

and winter falls from higher still,

but spring is such an earthy season,

I love it and I always will.

Trust - spring

How sad it is to not receive,

to sit alone and mournfully grieve,

would be as the flowers, in the spring,

refusing to open to what the sun brings,

craving the warmth of summers caress,

but so traumatized by winters distress -

afraid to reach out and feel the kind kiss

that is waiting there in sunrise mist,

waiting to fall upon life's ground,

look, it's calling from all around!

calling, "Trust this warming of the sun,

your time for living has just begun...."

It Will Be Alright... Spring

It's to the sunset I've always been drawn,

(never as inspired by the dawn)

its rays slowly softening as it goes along

weaving its colors to dream upon -

*

It's into the sunset we'll all disappear,

leaving behind the worlds stark fears;

leading us onward in hope for what lies

beyond these ever darkening skies;

there'll be no disappointment, to meet God there,

He who holds the sun, takes us into His care.

*

One day it will be our time to leave,

but for now there can be rest here as we

turn out the glimmering, weak earthly light,

knowing everything

will be alright.

Promise Seeds - spring

Maybe all life's dreams

are promise seeds,

things to be

that you can't yet see;

meant to come true,

planted deep;

some find nourishment

and begin to thrive

while others languish longingly

in their struggle to survive.

Faith is soil and water and sun

that give life to your dreams -

one by one.

In Your World - spring

In Your world the love and kindness never end.

In Your world we have whatever good things

a creative mind can send.

In Your world we will have no reason to be afraid.

In Your world all our sacrifices have already been made.

Heaven's Kingdom shines for us

Christ's flag of Truth has been unfurled,

Please hold us with Your mighty hand

until we're in Your world.

Yet I am always with You;

You hold me by my right hand.

You guide me with Your counsel,

and afterward You will take me into glory.

Pslam 73: 23,24

Tender Shoots - spring

Things that are tender are easily broken,

fragile and slender, seldom outspoken,

easy and gentle, warm and kind,

though fragile by nature,

they will not be confined.

Closing Gentle Leaves - Spring

The sunset comes with its comforting glow,

closing gentle leaves like a book we've come to know

that we're glad to have experienced,

yet sorry to see it go -

Slipping slowly away like the sipping of tea

its passion apparent by its great entreaty;

for the sunset really doesn't fall,

instead it serves to give us call

to gather thoughts and loved ones near,

to stop the striving and just be here.

Take time for each subtle nuance it casts

and savor the moment, while it lasts.

Sonshine - spring

There's a house that I know

through a yellow haze,

it's reflecting the Sonshine's golden rays,

where a garden grows

full of butterflies

and the breeze is warm

under cloudless skies...

there my soul can find peace

resting underneath

the eaves that will never know lifes' grief

where the days never wane

and my heart knows no pain;

my mind never fears

and there'll be no tears -

close to heaven's mercy seat.

Just for Me - winter

When the snow gently falls,
and I'm upset instead of glad;
Does it make the God of purity sad?
When I dread summer heat rising up
in shimmering waves;
Does it bring the suns Creator dismay?

I hear the snows' colors singing
both white and blue -
"It's just for you, it's just for you".
I sense the sun sounding its brightest tune,
"It's just for you, it's just for you".

When I dread the rain from a graying sky
God knows I may need it more than I,
and who knows what else I seek to avoid;
If God were a human - He'd be annoyed.

So if I were God I know that I'd be
disappointed in the way I receive
such wonders all around that I see
saying "just for me, it's just for me".

Quiet

God will pad the earth with snowing

to quiet down our coming and going.

Room for Snow

It snowed today.

It drew a veil

between all without

and all within:

a lacey dome

that only light could penetrate.

Cozily sheltered,

bordered by white,

blissfully bounded

on every hand,

content within

its velvety span.

Removing reminders

that may remain

of something outside

this sequestered domain.

Tuck me into

your blanket of fleece;

softly fall, small,

downy peace.

I Will Weather...

I will weather the winter

so that I may welcome the spring;

to not surrender to circumstance

but enjoy what goodness each season may bring...

Cabin Curl - winter

High up in my mountain cabin

all tucked in with cottony snow,

curling smoke comes from my chimney

telling everyone,

I am home.

arctic pyre - winter

Pure white sugar
that has no taste,
drifting down
in front of my face.
frozen cinders flying by
fed by arctic fire,
floating here before me
from some wintry pyre;
all that separartes me
from this roaring flame
is my imagination
and flimsy window pane -
you may look
but do not touch,
dreams unravel
when you test
too much.

countenance - winter

someone who cares for your countenance

is someone that you should call "friend"

for people will pass by you every day

but seldom, if ever, attend to

emotional shadows, always shifting,

and there are very few

who tune into others and comprehend

that one has passed over you

Launch the New Year - 2011

Let us now launch
on the winds of new year
to what God enables us
now to steer,
and forward proceed
toward what He draws near;
the gift of His comfort,
His freedom from fear
and as in His great Kingdom
to dry every tear...

"...forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." Phil 3:13,14