Early morning darkness
Pierced by tree lights
Douglas the Fir and I
Share a quiet space in time
Upon Douglas have hung
So many beautiful bobbles
Representing hopes and dreams
Shimmering moments of a past
Until, dried up, water unabsorbed
Douglas the Fir topples
Ornaments and lights shattered
Broken glass across the floor
Few treasures remain, stored away
Is it worth the effort?
Shopping for new bobbles or tree
Just knowing it too will die...
Yet, on lives a Christmas dream
One filled with joy, happiness, love
Where is Fraser the Fir?
Who's lights illuminate the morning.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
A body is nourished by
Quenching thirst, feeding hunger,
Wrapping in warmth, restful sleep
Each has needs, takes in,
Consumes
A soul is nourished by
Providing compassionate care,
Gentle kindness, heartfelt
Forgiveness and joy.
Through giving, generous acts.
Selflessness
Humanity is nourished within
The give and take of all.
Needs are met with generosity
Each of us a conduit
The dynamic of life and love
Endlessly flowing
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
Clouds drifting westward
Earth rotating to the east
Minds searching for.....what?
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
This is "the time of the stars".
One day the stars of our universe
Will all burn out and be no more.
God does not save from death.
He redeems and gives new life.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
Spring came early
Abundant warmth and rain
Roots thrived, blossoms galore
Leaves burst forth hoping to gain
All the sunshine and happiness
Partaking without restrain
Summer was gentle
Temperatures milder
Giving the braches and leaves
Room to grow wilder
Seeking to fill the sky
Providing shade so much kinder
Autumn approached so gradual
Leaves dancing in a shimmer
Offering all a grand display
Before they fall and wither
Endless blessings received
Every color offering a glimmer
Winter always ahead
Leaves will endow
A surface upon which
Thick ice forms on the bough
Too many leaves, too much weight
Massive destruction now.
If spring had been dry, autumn
Arrived sooner or summer hot
Leaves would have been fewer
The ice would not
Have shattered all the branches
Though valiantly they fought!
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
Bubbling broth
Full of bits of chicken
Carrots, celery, onion, spices
Egg noodles boil 45 minutes
Return the meat to the soup
A delicious dinner
Served
Distracted, forgotten
Noodles not just browned
Scorched, charred, ruined.
Rescue the unblackened bits
Dream of dinner
Not realized
Enough?
The best ***
Bottom covered
Black, thick, hard, welded.
Dispose of the pan, or try?
Return it to the stove
Water boiling slowly
Releasing
Black flaking
Lots of work ahead
Scrubbing, scrapping, painful.
Frustration, time, heal.
Returning, renewed determination
No longer perfect.
Loved
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
A dream there before us,
Envisioned in our mind.
Tantalizing, motivating, as the star
Inspired the Magi to seek and find.
We begin developing and preparing,
Persisting with our plan.
Journeying through the arid desert
The star, always beckoning our caravan.
So many thinking the mighty castle
Is where our treasure lay.
Instead, it is a humble abode
In which love is found each day.
The Magi presented their gifts
Before the infant king.
Each of us called to offer all,
Treasures we too shall bring.
Changed by truth, the Magi take
A new route home to the East.
Worldly dreams pale when compared
To the glory offered at the banquet feast.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC
Given many talents
Little work to perfect.
Squandered in search of
Love, Importance, Respect
Given many gifts
Large and small.
Appreciation never lasting
If recognized at all.
So much time
Minutes, hours, days
Wandering through life
As if in a daze.
The Lord awaits
So patient and kind
Until masks are removed
No longer so blind.
Each given talents
And gifts and time.
Steps on the ladder
Toward heaven to climb.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
God with us
throughout the years.
Born of blood,
bone and tears.
Shouts, singing
can you hear?
Joyful news
for all ears.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
I have tramped around the vineyard
Watched others toil in the fields
When called I never answered
Someone else can harvest the yield!
I would support those who worked
Trying to meet their needs.
Outside the fence line I lurked
Keeping down the weeds.
Maybe I'd drive the truck
Loaded to the brim.
Or dance, stomping in the muck
Juice so deep one could swim.
But into the vineyard I will not go
Beautiful as it may be.
Watching the vines as they grow
From outside I will be free.
Then one day it happened
I was pushed over the fence
Upon the ground I'd flattened
And found I'd been so dense.
Inside was so much more
Than I had ever dreamed
There was truth behind the lore
I truly am redeemed.
The vineyard is my home.
I never want to leave.
It is for those who only roam
That I will always grieve.
*Songs of Solomon 7:12
let us go out early to the vineyards, and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.*
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC