Tag: Creation

The First Calm






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







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In the Beginning – Chronicle III
		
	
	

		






 
 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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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

	


	



			
				


			

			
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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


Praise God!!


 
 
 
  
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Saturday Vibes
		
	
	

		
 
 
 
  
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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!

	


	



			
				


			

			
Wow 2!!
		
	
	

		
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Hubble Goes High Def to Revisit the Iconic 'Pillars of Creation'


 


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

(Wow!)


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

sand.


These pillars of gas and

Dust

We view, only in sly glances,

Across an unfathomable distance,

an unreachable birthplace of glorious stars

Put into place

As gleaming, glistening reflections of

Your Face.

Effortlessly, unendingly you create

In love

Moons, stars, galaxies

and

This small grain of an earth.


We its lessor inhabitants, mere pieces of earth-dust,

this rock,

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,

Will cease

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

Face and

Heart.


A Universe reborn!!

What an Overwhelming joy

Will fly, sing past our heads

As we enter into the

Wonder

Of that new World.


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