Knee Deep

Knee Deep

There you are
Knee deep in those waters
Where most sense danger
And then run & scatter
Yet you have wandered outward
Seemingly without a care

All around you life’s flows never cease
But do not be so foolish
As to let all your follies increase
Beware those seemingly
Placid waters for now
Do not upward rise quickly
& underneath them drag you down

God still cries, holds out arms
To bring you home
Back onto a safer ground
Wishes for you to cease to roam
No longer within his voice’s sound
Or out of his love’s caresses

Leave those roaring depths of satan’s dangers
All those lurid temptations hold nothing
but the cunning voice of a stranger
Yield to Christ’s love flowing freely 
In His bright blood on a cross 
Step out of those cold dark powers 
That carry only the pain of sin’s deepest loss

The Light is Meant to Shine!

Light is meant to shine

White Light against the darkness
Hope against despair
This world certainly carries a 
Heart wrenching load 
Of troubles and cares

But us, 
We Christians,
Are meant to shine as lights
Of God’s Joy and Holy Might
Meant to carry His Love
Sent from heavenly abodes above

So if you carry Christ’s name
Remember diligently His fame
Speaks of His grace, mercy
And His death’s sacrifice
Which brought down to all mankind
All of heaven’s glorious light
We are meant to carry into
A darkened world’s despairing 
Terror and fright!

Where’s My Christmas Dinner?

KODAK Digital Still Camera
KODAK Digital Still Camera

I took my husband out walking on the greenway system this Christmas Eve. He is recovering nicely from his strokes, but he is starting his treatments for the cancer. He loves to walk outside along the river.

We were blessed enough to see a Great Blue Heron, and I could not help but think of Christmas Dinner. This poor guy has to really work for his. I hope he eventually caught what he was looking for. I hope everyone who reads this post will enjoy their Christmas, and may God Himself, the only living, breathing Creator Lord bless all your days!

Air Dancer

Air Dancer

Long, luxurious limbs
Dancing, elegant
Stripped of all summer’s green finery
evidencing once again that simplicity
may be more beautiful

Lithe and lovely on this cool winter’s day
Glistening white skin shows so well
Of your graceful beauty it beckons to tell
To pleasure us, we mere mortals

More beautiful than myriad dancers on
Any stage
Among winter’s cold breath your limbs
Twist, turn & sway
In time to a music only you can hear
At the water’s edge I watch then
Shed one small tear

Over your beauty so exquisite
My words would never do it justice
Oh, the joy God must have felt 
Watching your lightest steps
Above the solid firmness of His ground!

A Study In Contrasts

I could not resist this shot of the contrast between the brilliant light of the day’s sun on the dark surface of the river’s water. Have a blessed day!

A Study In Contrasts

Would we know
Happy without sad
The good without the bad
Light without the dark
Or hot without the cold
Or even God if we had
Not eternal souls?

I do not think I have
The answer for such things
Or can even begin to truly understand
Only our God holds in His gentle hands
The reason behind all such things intended
in His eternity’s great plans.

Fall’s Gilded Girls

KODAK Digital Still Camera
KODAK Digital Still Camera
KODAK Digital Still Camera

In between the hospital stay and now my husband’s rehab clinic stay, I found a few minutes to take photos and write another poem. I hope you enjoy these and have a very blessed day. Praise God!

Fall’s Gilded Girls

Fall’s gilded girls
All in a row
Why would one ever think
In you resides no soul?
Your curly locks
Bright splashes of color
Adorn your heads
As upon no others

Some look at you and
See merely trees
But from only one glance
I believe is seen
The Spirit, the Soul,
If you please,
Of the one who designed
Your bright glistens & gleams

With a powerful hand and 
With the greatest of glee
Your bright glories were created 
By our God for all to see 
And to know that they are truly loved
From His all-joyful Heaven up above
So for our pure pleasure it can be found
To be placed upon your yellowed brow 
The brightest of creation’s most golden of crowns