The First Calm It happened under the skies Of the very first dawn Rays of light breaking Placid horizon in yellows, Pinks and reds It was the first Calm A new world, pleasant To the eyes and soul Broken out of deep, dark Nothingness By ancient words and voices told In a Holy Book Life exploded Upon a spinning globe Of dirt, air & water Animals, man & plants To each by a loving hand Did the Creator grant Relationship With Himself, The Ones who stirred The darkness Into life Nothingness Into something Desired to associate Fellowship With our forms of dust Only asking for a return Of love, respect & our trust This was the first Calm This perfected peace Between all forms of life And the Creators Between all of Their creation & Themselves There was not a hint, scent Of strife Until man, Supposedly the highest, Decided to rebel And follow the wrong voice Made the ultimate mistake Available, the worst choice And everything fell Plants, animals, earth Spun out of the original plan Subject to terrors Never meant or intended By our Creator’s gentlest Of hands And so we lost All of us Paid a dearest cost To suffer in pain, Showed disdain for the Ones Who made us And so in tears we lived And lost The First Calm
In The Beginning Chronicle III Eden’s glory on Full review In yellows, Greens & Brilliant azure blues Unflawed life With Perfection’s love No displeasure felt About which to sigh Walking under clearest skies Nor reason or complaint Over which to die Wait, what is that, To die? Understood not yet Or known No pain or regret With which to live Only joy & love A thing called death Living only in the shadows Air is always clean & fresh Only peace is Ever seen Between earth, sky & the sea Man & all animals Live only & always In harmony to be Food abundant Work is no toil No displeasure there To ever despoil Its sense of purpose Or the ease Of life lived under Gentle trees Swaying softly overhead At night only rest Is found in all their beds Until one day With a slight chill An unknown shadow passes A rustling in the grasses Never heard before The man stopped to sniff The air The woman paused to express only a mild care But in naivete On that most unusual day Neither knew from Experience they lacked What formidable evil Slithered, Invading their Paradise Now lurking & looming Behind their backs
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A breath above, spoken word sent out
Spreads, thoughts coalesce
Take form, into the
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,
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
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
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
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
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
Anticipated, hoped for,
Longing to share, releasing all that is good
Into this place made for, created only to be & dance within His Love
Everybody was hungry this morning! Our greenway system which runs through the middle of a city was very, very busy this morning. I guess since the animals are so used to people by now, they have lost almost all their fear of humans. I was walking camera in hand when a full-grown female deer slowly walked out in full view onto the greenway making her way toward the river for water. I followed at a distance until she stopped to eat on the leaves of a bush. I kept on slowly and quietly until I must have been only 8 yards from her. She turned to look, and I started talking to her like I would my pet cat or dog. She stood there, perked up her ears and just listened for several minutes. It was amazing! She was so beautiful. Earlier I had a squirrel on the edge of the greenway who kept on eating as I practically had to step over him to move forward, and there must have been at least 25 to 30 mallard ducks in the river peacefully swimming and eating as all us two legged greenway users cruised past them. Seeing the animals up so close and personal makes the experience so much more pleasant and enjoyable.
Nature is beautiful, and it reminds me of Psalm 19 which starts off with:
1 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2 Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.
3 They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them.
4 Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the end of the world.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13
I love to get out of the city into the countryside and into smaller towns(although the town I live in is not too big). My husband and I went to a smaller town and the state park nearby. We never had seen the dam and lake at this particular park. It was a beautiful day. Some of the heat and humidity had finally left.
It’s also amazing what you can find at antique malls in smaller towns from old school desks, children’s wagons to cement angels plus I could not resist some of the lovely old restored homes and peaceful small town churches. We got to eat lunch in a small Mom and Pop city café with the best fruit pie I had ever tasted. I recommend taking a journey to smaller town America if you get a chance. Some of these small towns remind us of the peace and liberty we fight for in this country. Get out and enjoy the beauty of God’s creation. Praise God!
Here is an updated version of a poem I wrote after seeing pictures of the Pillars of Creation in the Eagle nebula released by NASA. They are trillions of miles in height and are the birthplace of stars. Stars form within their gases. God wrote the last stanza and a half of this poem for me.
On Viewing the Pillars of Creation
Your fingers reach into a Universe
Created just for You
birthing stars, galaxies
as on the water-washed face
of a beach,
children move grains of
These pillars of gas and
We view, only in sly glances,
Across an unfathomable distance,
an unreachable birthplace of glorious stars
Put into place
As gleaming, glistening reflections of
Effortlessly, unendingly you create
Moons, stars, galaxies
This small grain of an earth.
We its lessor inhabitants, mere pieces of earth-dust,
we spin on and on,
breathing only because
You wish it.
Gently caressing at times, your touch
Brings Cloud dust into existence.
At others, with a single finger snap,
super nova explode
from within the ethers of dark nothingness.
Releasing raw elements,
Light, rock, chemicals,
Your gentle breath moves past your lips,
In its wake
our world spins,
Into a celestial dance,
Yielding our night and day
You have said this
Level of life,
Hearts beating, thumping,
Blood coursing through veins,
Only to be made More perfect
If we join with you now,
Merging our two into one,
Willing to sacrifice, suffer
Love for the present
No matter the price.
A glory will be revealed
In the second realm of creation,
A Perfecting, complete Rebirth,
for each living, feeling
Being we see now.
Into endless infinity,
Every star will sing a new song.
Unending Praise will resound
To the Praise of Your Glorious
A Universe reborn!!
What an Overwhelming joy
Will fly, sing past our heads
As we enter into the
Of that new World.