the well of Hope - winter

How deeply 

her self doubting,

that words could not tell

but somehow

He knew her -

this woman at the well.

His manner, 

so disarming,

she could look at

herself

through the eyes of the

Savior -

this woman at the well.

We'll all find we're thirsty,

for mankind fell,

we'll find springs of living water

with Christ at the well.

Speak freely then

my sister

for Messiah indwells

the Spirit and the truth -

we're all drawn

to be with Jesus-

the well. 

windows of snow - winter

when you're living in the moment

only the music abides

and the falling snow

we relish so

is the scene that God provides;

we sing in such a wondrous way

that the glass scarcely divides

the wall of windows that joins us to

the worlds of winter

outside

beloved ones - fall

to do something beautiful

that may never be known

to wake up with benevolence

and let it be shown

amid those who can’t thank you

and applause never comes

these saints are those God recognizes

as truly beloved ones

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."