The Fortress

The Fortress


My fortress is 'YOUR JOY
'
Behind its stone thick walls
I rejoice
Raise hands & feet
To dance 
From You, one loving glance
Incites a mad frenzy of worship

At your feet ancient angels
Take delight
In your power, beauty
Glory 
The endless, eternal 
Story
Unlimited, uncountable
Blessings

Flow forth for every man
From your overfilled hands
For those who choose
& refuse
To follow satan’s dark rebellion
In a story of so many tellings
he lost forever Paradise
Lives now only in cruel anger
& lies!

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Last Blooms of Summer

 

I could not resist. Our greenway system goes by a large river. The wildflowers this year have been beautiful. I took a few photos because I’m sure they won’t last much longer. I noticed the first few red berries on one of the bushes which don’t usually come out until this time of year, late summer or early fall.

I love the old sycamore trees with their white bark. You can really see them good in winter when they lose their leaves. Even though the sky was overcast, the river always has good displays of reflections whether it’s plants or the colors of the sky. I hope you have very blessed day!

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Morning’s Mercies

 

Morning’s Mercies

 

Fresh, morning’s mercies

Recreated new world

Still trembling in moistures

Of crystal dew-drops

These shining pearls

Festoon green-leafed spots

Of glory

 

Ancient trees, boulders

At edge of water’s shoulders

Could tell many a story

If we take the time to listen

Upon the banks of an earthy liquor

sparkling in bright glistens

Of past times caught, moving

within its wettest web

 

It’s moving cascades end

Where the calm lake’s surface begins

Kissed by angel’s lips

Granting serenity, peace

To all willing beneath

Its surface their mind to dip

To contemplate and connect

With our Creator’s grace-full face