City of New Hope

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City of New Hope

Celestial spires

Rise high

As angel choirs

Sound, rejoice

Holy saints walk,

Rub elbows

Side by side

 

In a city so rare

Where golden is the air

Encircling every face

Settling, leaving a trace

Of its shining glory

 

Walls there

Sheer, translucent

Rainbowed in ever

Changing colors

Saints live, worship

In joy with each other

 

The nearness, life of

Their God

Filling every crevice

Perfection’s glory

Fulfilling every wish

 

Throne room of

Grace

Three working as one

Joy lifts each face

To see their God

Forever

 

My human words

Are inadequate to say

Express the glory

Of even just one day

Within this place

Where perfection holds

Its complete sway

 

The world’s divine God

Lives here

Abolishes every care

Hungry, yearning

For you to dare

To aim for such a place

Reach higher

While you still have the time

He sits enthroned,

Waiting

For you to reach for

Him & His home transcendent,

This Heaven’s light sublime!

 

 

Trumpets

 

Trumpets

Trumpets on a vine
Orange glory within green
Along a wooden fence line
Meant for all to see

Miniatures to be sure
In silence they are strung
Muted, without a cure
Simply for my eye’s joy
Have they all been hung

Imbued with intense color
Meant to capture our attention
Will we stop to hear their message
& its silent reminder not to shun?

Of a day in history’s future
Of a Lord returning in glory
Before He arrives to meet us
A trumpet’s loud call will sound
His story

Of majesty, purity, love
And judgement
All will bow, bend the knee
Every eye at last to see
This, His truest face of grace

I wonder,
Will these smaller trumpets
Be allowed at last to join
Their larger brother’s voice
To herald a new world
As all nature sings to rejoice

Medieval Forest

 

Medieval Forest

Medieval forest
Formed from trees
Of old
Stories of
Ancient ancestors
Without one
Word told

Silent remnants
Of a quieter world
Watchers of events
Man, animals
Passing through
Still your green
Canopies you unfurl

for us to enjoy
In a faster paced world
We need your reflective
Faces
To remind us of the
graces
Still to be had from
The quiet stillnesses
within
A medieval forest.

 

Queen Anne’s Lace

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Queen Anne’s Lace

Queen Anne’s Lace,
Your demure beauty
always knows its place
along a roadside or in
a green grass-tufted field
if I pinched a slender stalk
would I hear you squeal?

You, very proper and so prim
I think I would never hear
From the pinchings of one stem
A solitary sound to clear
those silent, snowy lips

Regal, austere,
Elegant long limbs
Waving through the breeze
White-crested heads
Do acquiesce to bend
Your rarest esteem

Of this fair day
Sun clears all clouds away
Azure blue above
You below in your
gentle exquisiteness
I will never cease to love!!

Sister, Sister

Sister, Sister
(Thistles)

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

Perfect Morning!

 

We had such a beautiful morning today! The weather was perfect. The temperatures were down so it was cooler, and the humidity was lower also. It felt almost like a cool, clear October day. It felt great after the heat we’ve had. Here are some more pics along our greenway which runs along the river and a creek. I love how on these clear days the water reflects all the colors of the sky and the trees along the banks. I even caught a small red cardinal going for an early morning bath.

We are blessed God loved us enough to make the earth a beautiful place just so we could enjoy its beauty. Praise God and have a great day.

Ripples

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Ripples

Ripples, moving
Silently across
Water’s silken surface
Started from one
Center
Caused when an
Unknown dares
To enter
Its undisturbed peace

In water, it
May be
Fishes bobbing for
Food
Small leaves released
Letting go of life
Or a sudden startling
Boom
Of a hard object

Energies of life
Never static
Always changing
Shifting, provoking
Not always bad or
Good
If given a choice
Be careful what you
should
Allow into your
Undisturbed peace

 

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.

 

Reflections

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Reflections

Ancient trees
Stand
Soaking their toes
At the water’s edge
Below
Or knee-deep
Within its depths
which seep
through bark’s
roughened skin

Mirror images
Of plants and earth
Above
Reflections traced
onto a watery world
fitting as a hand
into a glove

Solid browns and green
earthy fingers
Projecting over head
& into the silken surface below
Which ripples and flows
echoing azure skies
And sunlight’s golden glows

God,
If you were to lean
close down enough
As I hold my camera
Tightly within my grip
In liquid’s reflections
Might I be able to trace
The beauty within
The curve of your lip
Upon your face?