Sister, Sister

Sister, Sister
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Sister, sister
Whispered with a care
Waving fragile heads
In the moving air

Oh, be careful
Here they come
Strangers, interlopers
Into this our world
Under a warming sun.

Will they despoil
Or yet worse
Uproot our lives
From this gentle soil
Our loving home

Stay together
In groups they will see
To Leave us alone
Our nettles will sting
As well as any bee’s

Our heads turn above
long, lovely necks
Pink and purple strands
Of elongated tresses
Designed not for picking
By the hand of any man

Respect is all
We ask for
We too enjoy a part
In all life springing
From this,
Our God’s living soil

Angel

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Angel

Living Electricity,
Are you made only
of
Energy and light?

If I stretched out a hand
Would the energy of you
Burn my flesh
if I dared
the impossible

Joining, touching the Spirit of the Living God?

Expression of His Glory,
Were you made
Just because He could not
Stop His living breath,
The Life within himself

From creating you?

If He is absolute and a perfect
Love
And if Love is about giving
To someone else, not in taking

More loving, powerful
Does He become
In creating even more
someones
To love?

Love produces only more
Love
It cannot stop itself,
Cannot go against its own nature.

We all, angel and human
move and breathe
within
This expression of Himself
His self-giving Love.

Just A Weed!

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Only A Weed

Only a weed
I understand
But still you rise
To take your stand
Against
The Encroachments
of man

We struggle,
We toil
Working every
Square inch of soil
To conquer the earth
Yet we still fail
To stop your birth

Your green head
And limbs
Small at first
But mighty
Sway and bend
Pushing at all angles
On concrete & rock

Tousled and tangled
They rise
Looking for sky
Seeking the air
As all living things
Too come to care
For their new life

Your stance
Crows a victory:
Though I am just a weed
There is a me
In my living green
Rising in this New
Existence you may now
Most gloriously see!

This may be a strange or trivial subject to write a poem about, but I couldn’t resist. Walking on our new greenway, they had done everything to keep out the weeds, but still they popped through. Just another thing that proves man does not completely control the earth as strongly as the power of God’s green nature.

 

Petulant Child

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Petulant Child

Petulant child
Under the fair
Shading tree
Everything you see
is perfect

a freshly created
world
pure, untouched
harmony, peace
for now, no other
way is seen

you live
you glide
your companion
at your side
in joy

all needs are
met
abundance of all,
food, love,
not touched by
any dark corruption
yet

blithely you live
moment to moment
unaware of peril,
danger
until one day
a very dark stranger
enters

This perfect Paradise
Created by your
Father
Intended by Him
To be
Forever

The stranger smiles
Oh, he is clever
He knows how to beguile
Anyone

He comes to you
Shaking your head
At first you refuse
Until he says,
Be like the Father

Novel idea
Unthought before
Could this be possible?
But inner darkness lies at
its core

you acquiesce
nod your head
Yes
Receiving the fruit
One bite won’t hurt
You guess

But this stranger
Has the heart of a brute,
A monster
And that bright fruit
Was never intended
For your lips

Living further down the
Road of time
We shake our heads
& wish,
What you had, perhaps
Unknown to you
Was the already sublime

It you had just not,
Turned your head
And refused to listen
This fair world
Would still glisten
With perfection.
Where was your, Our
Gratitude?

Within Your Eyes!

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Within Your Eyes

Within your eyes the
Stars explode
Within your breath,
Planets turn to spin
Creating a new
celestial choir
never heard before within the
dark spaces of this universe.

Suns bounce and gleam
Around Your head
In your passing, trees
Release ancient root fingers
From rocky soil
Bowing leafy heads to ground
Within your shadow

Dolphins dance on white
Crested wave foam
As you smile down
Upon them
Joy unsurpassed vibrates
The air as you speak
Our names.

Our Lord Redeemer
Once broken, bloody,
Dying on a cross
Now reigning in glory,
Your power on display upon
your Golden crystal throne

Still, you inhabit our
World
Laughing for purest joy at
Each new rebirth
Each reborn child
Snatched out of the
clutches of an ancient,
evil enemy

Your laughter sings about
Our heads
Rejoicing at your precious
saving Grace
Sent to end our pain, wars,
diseases, suffering
And start this, your world,
Anew

Wintry Trees

 

Wintry Trees

Winter’s trees
Devoid, stripped of
All their leaves
Exposing for each to see
Their wooden figures
And bony knees

Clutching upwards
Toward grey skies
With lacy fingers
And limbs so high
Do they ever notice
One as small as I?

Long elegant limbs
And wispy strands
Of twiggy hair
No longer full or
Covered with youth’s
Greenery so fair

Still I find your
Beauty rare.
As you reach up
for cold, empty air
Tis strange, I know
To say I better love
Your forms now so
fully more exposed.

I too am like you.
In my winter of life
I also will lose my
Youthful glow
Reach upward for hope,
To find new life
in heaven’s peaceful
azure skies.

I think the trees in winter are almost as beautiful as they are in summer. You can see the actual shapes of them better. These photos were taken along our greenway system which runs along a river. Have a blessed day. Praise God!

 

I am a Blade of Grass

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I am a Blade of Grass

Not literally, I know
But
I am a blade of grass
Only another Part of Creation
Never meant to ever
Last

In this form, level of
Existence.
Shaped by Love’s
Own voice
It was my Creator’s
Choice

To give me life
Within
His bounds of Love
And Grace
Meant to live in the light
Of His most beautiful face

I am alive, green, for now
But He is the God
not I
For soon I too will wilt,
Blown upward to live
Within the expanses of
Heaven’s bluest skies.

So, I, the creation,
Am satisfied,
Transformed into
Heaven’s own child,
Transplanted to grow,
& Dance beneath his Smile.

So many people in the world have lost respect for our Creator, forgetting we are just another part of His creation & only here because He wanted to share His overwhelming beauty and love with us. Praise God!

Ownership

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The world and universe belong to our Beautiful, Wonderful Creator, the living God. He owns every atom, every molecule, every square inch, every heartbeat and every breath on its surface. We own nothing. We are just temporarily using His stuff. We have only an artificial, man-made system of ownership which tries to keep us from stealing from each other. God even owns us. It doesn’t matter whether we like it or not.

John the Baptist said He(God) can raise up sons of Abraham from the stones. He is in control of everything. Fortunately for us, He loves us completely even to the point of taking the punishment that should have been ours upon Himself. Spend time in His scriptures to get to know Him better. He wants to meet you there and spend time with you. Praise God and may He bless your week!!

Flowers

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I know this is an unusual subject for a Thanksgiving morning(maybe the cold has got my brain stuck in spring?), but here is a poem for your holiday. Praise God and have a blessed morning.

Flowers

Flowers flitter, float and twist
Spinning at water’s edge
Suspended in fluid life
Until a force, unidentifiable

pushes, they’re caught in
torrents of an energy
Out of control, blindly
Ripping at everything

Multi-hued and rushing
Entrapped in wildly straining
At times, mad
Ceaselessly, rushing waters

Of life, labor, loss, pain
Flowers follow, bobbing
Tossed and thrown
Waters almost overwhelming

Losing a few small strays
Of petals, delicate against
The flow, deluge swirling
Forcing them to dance

At last, the journey’s end
Uncertain, perhaps unsafe
The water tumbles, falls over
An abyss of rock’s sharp edge

The flowers cling, clutch
Tenacious to hold the liquid
Surface, then in faith
They release and reach

For a hitherto unknown
Place, in air,
It lifts, they let go
And rise to fly back home

 

Creation’s Glory


Hope you have a blessed Sunday!

Life’s Creation

A breath above, spoken word sent out
Spreads, thoughts coalesce
Take form, into the
physical
Transcendent wind
Blows from, beginning at the
Gates of power radiating off His face

Images, wishes formed within a Father’s heart
Become concrete, written in
The outlines of energy,
Light
Moving, spinning, coming
Together, suns, planets twirl
Laughing, His pleasure overflows as He looks

Sees how easily ideas become hardened into
A home for creatures, small and
Great, springing into
Reality
Rocks harden, form
From fire, water springs, gurgles,
Rises from the gathered dust of an earth’s

Thickened crust, left stable, solid enough at last
To walk upon, empty at first, but
Waiting, hoping for new
Life
To begin, anticipating
Eager and yearning, for a type of
Joy unknown until His fingers caress the

Surface of its spinning face, revealing, giving
Transforming barrenness, a word given
Trees bend, flowers bloom
Winds
Move across this aspect of
a new world yearning for more creation,
Work of His hands to be revealed upon this exterior façade

Smiles, joy burns within winds being blown by a voice
In power speaks, light expands, a form
Struggles to move then stops, a
Breath
Is gasped, a hand reaches up
Seeking its beginning, from whence it
Came, blindly knowing within it exists not without

The love, power floating overhead, singing within
Songs unheard before this first breath
Taken, started, thought of
Created
Anticipated, hoped for,
Longing to share, releasing all that is good
Into this place made for, created only to be & dance within His Love