Reception of the Heart - fall

the water splash

diffusing in the setting sun

all the colors

how they run

but what would it mean

if the eye hadn’t been created

for its splendor to be seen?

or what of the intricate song

of the bird

if the ear weren’t created

for its essence to be heard?

or what of the wonders of music,

of art,

if God had not given

reception of the heart?

or why have a discerning mind

if not to write such thoughts

and share in kind;

creator, sustainer,

pardon us if we

should think

that beings in your image

would not be in sync

with all the wonders you have given

and to totally absorb

all that You have shared in this existence

may Your name solely

be adored.

keep the faith - fall

every year

in the fall

that tree of red

has me in awe

along with its neighbors,

yellow and orange,

true colors come through

(kept in summers storage)

when the temperatures cool

and the shadows grow long

that is when the colors are strong –

out of weakness

no one else knows,

how beautiful you’ve become

that only now shows.

I believe you are crimson,

caring and kind,

the blood of our Lord

is His blessing divine

we show our colors

when we keep the faith,

it is true,

with our weaknesses uncovered

God’s will shines through.

this be one of those quiet days - fall

this be one of those quiet days

when nary a word was said

and feelings reign completely unspoken

their only outlet, within my head;

when poetry writes itself

a song

and shared within silence,

if anyone wish to sing along

prayer for the persecuted - fall

when God smiles on those who suffer

the skies are filled with light

and someone who serves Him is blessed-

they have looked to Him in humility

and kept faith throughout their test;

in desperate need of something good

they rest their eyes on Who they should

so the breezes of comfort within their spirit consoled

with all the goodness that He possesses

and shares with believing souls;

the greatest rewards are yet to come

the day of dawning into the welcoming

of the Father and the Son

Psalm 94:19

"When anxiety was great within me,

your consolation brought me joy."

how the light falls - summer

something so simple

as how the light falls

evokes such feelings

as to leave us in awe

of life's dimensions

both here and elsewhere,

how nothing is static

how change takes us unaware;

artists attempt the rendering,

poets set about to rhyme

but it's the way the light falls

that leads our feelings

to align 

when I get to winter - summer

when I get to winter

let me think of the spring

for there is peace

in the remembering

when life was new

and all was green

so much sadness

still unseen;

all that goodness 

still remains

a part of me -

I hear the strains

of comforting birds

and sunshine's rays

in peacefulness on

the grassy plain

where kind folks dwell

just over the hill -

no matter the winter,

I'll live there still. 

gentle grace - summer

gentle grace

set your holy place

among we who need thee so much...

there is pain

we're bearing its name

and we long for your merciful touch

turn our eyes

from what lies

before us here

and let us find

you, soft and kind

as we feel you, oh so near