sinking into summer - summer

I'm sinking into summer

like a cozy stuffed chair,

all warm and barefoot

surrounded by the soothing air.

Nothing here so pressing

that I have to jump and run,

so lazily I'm lounging

moving slowly as the sun.

Living in the outdoors

whose arms are open wide,

there's a different pace

in the place of grace

less confined than when inside.

Sinking into summer

like a warm cozy chair,

storing up for winter -

like a hibernating bear!

Mother's Day - candle in the window

that one thing
she used to do
the candle in the window-
welcoming peace 
was in view,
oh mother
from far away
I know your love
your candle calls to me today
with never a disappointment
of what was waiting there
only the light and love
that a mother can share
so that one thing 
you used to do,
remembering the candle in the window,
peace is in view

Eternity Reclaimed - spring

How far back can we remember???

There’s a cry for the children,

those that are here

and those that are now,

who we once were –

we can reach them somehow;

knowing we’ve all come

from our youth

learning good things and bad

the lies and the truth

the sweet days of innocence

sunshine and breeze

warmth while out playing

a feeling at ease

yet how deeply we felt

when evil had its way

but we’ve lived to come through it

to another day.

The Lord’s reaching out

He heals and He saves

it’s all there in Him

come what may.

Bless us Lord

in the darkest of night

sit with us and bring us

to the Glory of Your Light,

Your message received

that was proclaimed

Hallelujah for

the healing –

praise He

who overcame!

For eternity’s calling

we’re but in a time frame

our past, present, future

through Him

reclaimed!

Empty Grave - Easter morning

we can never go farther

than the empty grave

even with modern

or enlightened ways

His was the triumph

where once He lay

risen to never

see decay.

let's stop here 

and gather to praise

with worship

at the empty grave

Easter hold me fast - spring

help me to hang unto Christ,

He who hung upon the cross,

who gave up ever treasure of heaven

to be with us in our loss;

selfishness and society

would try to pry me

loose from Thee

but only Your enveloping arms

will hold me fast

and safe from harm

when life seems tenuous - spring

the sun has been out brightly

we see the goodness of God

oh keep us all in faithfulness

especially now

when times call for such tenderness

and none seems to be found -

who will bring us what we need

when we ourselves scarcely know

except that life seems tenuous

and it is to You we go...

the promise of watching - spring

Just outside the window

there was a little knoll,

where in my senior year of college

I watched the spring grass grow.

While I sat, the wind raced free

fluttering the green grass so expressively,

anticipating every promise

of what life had to hold -

sharing music's joy with children

like flowers to unfold.

I am not God who plants life's seeds

but went out to nourish, provide and weed,

and in the end I could sometimes see

them flourish ever so naturally.

With every spring I cannot wait

until the sun and rain will send

the warm wind blowing wistfully

over the land again;

and think of the students,

that in the end,

fulfilled the ambitions ideals portend

and honor the feelings

I once did hold

with the promise of watching

the spring grass grow.