Leaf’s Lace

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Leaf’s Lace

 

Leaf’s lace

In water

Frozen for all time

Your clear crystal glory

Only brings to mind

 

A forest’s giant

Rough bark glazed

Painted in winter’s whites

Glistening, waiting

In a cooler’s sun’s light

 

I walk through

Boots all full of snow

Enjoying the dripping silence

Of this cold day’s glow

 

Nature waiting

All quiet, sleeping for now

As it comes in unannounced

Spring’s breath blows gently

Stirring to arouse

Lost & Found

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Lost & Found

The Lost, afloat

No anchor for

Their boat

Drifting

 

In the dark

Searching, searching

Only a small light

Gives any sight

Within the heart

 

Only an empty

Darkened sea

Carries the small boat

Without hope

For land’s safety

 

But, oh, the found

Never do they run aground

In trouble

Son’s light shines

To light their skies

Eternally overhead

 

Guided in Hope,

Love, Faith

They enter celestial gates

In Triumph!

 

Paradise beckons

Perfect Father awaits

Take the next steps

To make sure you sail

your boat through

God’s Golden, Celestial Gates!!

Rainbows, At Last!

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Rainbows

Rainbows, bright

This light, enwreathed

Around your head,

So thick,

upon your face

Sometimes only with

Difficulty can I trace

The smile of your lips

 

This great gift

You give

This life,

Our existence,

The breathing

In and out

Of You

 

A Spirit so ancient

So Holy

Wishes to dwell

Within your heart

This explosion

Of joy!

Giving to each &

all a complete, Fresh Start

to Life

 

Receive Him in

let Him retell your story

Do not reject

God’s living, eternal Glory!

 

At Last!

Swept up

As You pass

In a love

That will last

Beyond the

Moon’s light

 

Orphaned,

Cold, alone

In darkness I sat

Then You smiled

On a lost child

 

Found at last

Taken into

Your forever home

Where only

Eternal love is shown,

 

Radiating

Off your face

I run, in haste

Why do not all people

Literally chase

After You?

 

For the answer

To this

I have not the slightest

Clue

Why all men do not

Literally stumble,

Tumble over each other

To reach the bottom

Of your throne

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nowhere

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Nowhere

There is no place

That I can go

You do not show

Yourself

My Creator, Lord

and Master

There is no task for

Which You are not ready

With You all things

Are possible

Within the Crucible

Of Your Will

Going to the other

Side of the globe

Still You mightily show

Your face

Even up onto the moon’s

Surface and light

Still I cannot lose sight

Of Your power and Your might

Enthralled, I watch each,

Your acts of mercy, feats

of beauty, intelligence, grace

For not one single heart’s beat

exists outside Your Love!

Nobodies

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Nobodies

 

Christ,

Hanging on that cross

Did you know my name

Did you see from there

This my sometimes

lonely way?

 

Born alone

Into a freezing cold

I took my first breath

Orphans too have souls

 

Tossed about

In waves

Beyond my control

Landed at last

upon a very rocky shoal

 

bent but not

completely destroyed

created in, by the light

not just for an evil’s toy

I sat alone, waiting

existing within your might

 

A nobody,

One of the Least

of the least of

The Least

 

Rejected in a

World’s insanity

Why do we not love

These Our own,

Parts of ourselves

I too belonged here also

 

Yet as

You hung upon that cross

You turned your face

Upon my future

Offered me your grace

Yay, I’m saved!

 

 

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!!

Golden Glow

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Golden Glow

Golden Glow
Unseen by man
Filtered through
Divinity’s hand

Surrounds your head
Your heart, your soul
Heaven’s kiss
Christ lived within this glow

Existed below
Took up our pain
Sadness, struggles with
nothing for himself to gain

Infamy, disgrace
surrounded your death
angels wondered if anything
for man was left

To save our spirits
From the ancient blight
Of separation from God
Had we lost all of heaven’s light?

But once again
Heaven’s Golden Glow
Raised your body
To thoroughly show

God’s complete power
To always save
Proving His love
Will always win
Denying satan his
Destructive ways!

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Golden Glow
Encircling, wreathing
Your head
Its garlands reaching
Deep within your heart
It vaults to embed

As you walked &
Talked
This holiness with
You went
Surrounding all aspects
Of your fleshly tent

Until the day
We placed you on a
Cross
Satan howled in triumph
Thinking Heaven had
Lost

Not our best day
We followed his
Darkened lead
Marked your back
Your head, hands, feet,
Made your body bleed

Until you drew your
Last breath, last sigh
You would take for
A short while
But only three days,
Did your mother cry

Then the power of
That Holy Golden Glow
Pulled you up out of a
Darkened Tomb
For all of earth, all time
To know, and your
Divine Kingship to show!

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