“Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him.” Psalm 37:7 Resting in His loving arms Like a young child sleeps On Daddy’s shoulder Like a baby rests In his Mommy’s arms, Safe in the shelter Of the strongest boulder. No reason to fear, I’m perfectly loved By my Heavenly Father Watching from above.… Read More Perfectly Loved
Visiting the old neighborhood, Streets that once seemed spacious, Narrow now. Grass that once was meticulously mowed, Wild and unkempt. Trees growing in the ditches. At the old school house swings that were sufficient, Now so small, Water fountains once used with ease Now require stooping over so far. Parking lot of the little church… Read More Nostalgia
Demons hanging in the rafters Darkness hides their raucous laughter Cackling up there hideously At the humble on his knees. Lurking, waiting in the eaves To attack the heart that grieves, “Let’s get him while he’s down,” they say, “Before he actually starts to pray.” And in the adjoining chamber Conspire conniving fellows three Plotting… Read More Rescue
I try so hard and struggle In this race of life for God I pedal hard, get going fast, As I travel down the road. But then I turn a corner And I lose a little steam, Pedal harder once again To do well for my team. Even when the sun is shining, And the… Read More Life’s Race
He doesn’t know that he could drop song for worry. He doesn’t know that he could drop peace for hurry. He doesn’t know he could stop trusting You with his life. He doesn’t consider giving up joy for strife. He doesn’t know that heavy burdens he could carry, For he knows that in God’s care… Read More The Simple-minded Songbird
1. A friend warms the heart Her smile gives to my heart wings To fly up on high. 2. A friend wraps your heart In lace and in soft velvet And cradles it close. 3. A friend is a hearth Love’s flame brightens the dark night And melts frozen hearts. 4. Friends are a fortress… Read More Friendship Haiku
They speak to me– The silent setting sun The crashing, roaring waves The deepening royal purple of The jutting, rocky island which rises up from the sea. They speak to me– The yellows, pinks, oranges, And all the in-between hues of the setting sun; Light becomes color But their voice is one, One Voice speaking… Read More Master Artist
They march across the bed In various colors and hues; The army of the Mismatched Socks In reds, yellows, greens, browns, and blues. Their partners have been lost, (Hmm, that sounds familiar.) Some temporarily, And some are gone forever. But how could they be gone? By what stroke of fate have they fled? These are… Read More Army of Mismatched Socks
Today, please Lord, Let me not be Like sour milk That ruins a Good cup of tea; No matter How much Sugar I add The tea still tastes Really bad. But rather let Me be like You Saying and Doing like You want me to. May Your sweetness Overflow So Your goodness My life will… Read More No to Sour Milk
Head tilted forward, Black fedora hiding forehead, White-rimmed glasses With opaque yellow lenses Masking the eyes, Hiding the anima, Of the mannequin-faced persona Facing me here In this white, sterile place. Shadows behind her As she steps into the light, Her hand tips the fedora Like a salute As she strides toward me. Then she… Read More Masked Mortals Moved to Hope
Lonely crow up in the tree, He’s as high as he can be. He looks around from left to right, And enjoys his view from this great height. One with his branch, he sways to and fro, So very few worries does he know. But suddenly with his watchful eye, Threatening danger he does spy!… Read More Free to Fly
“Lord, I just can’t hang on another minute!” Yes, my child, oh yes you can. Just reach out and take My hand; Watch that minute stretch like a rubber band.” The minute becomes a week, a year. In circumstances I thought I couldn’t bear, He came down and held me near, Whispered softly in my… Read More Stretching Time
The Lamppost and the Sapling – A Lesson in Flexibility The wind is blowing hard today – Oh, oh, how it blows! The lamp post rigid, tall and straight Is strong, and that he knows. But inside he groans constantly; As vibrations disrupt his repose. “Oh, oh, I wish this wind would cease!” He grumbles… Read More The Lamppost and the Sapling
“There were those who dwelt in darkness and in the shadow of death, Prisoners in misery and chains…. “They stumbled and there was none to help. “Then they cried out to the LORD in their trouble; He saved them out of their distresses. “He brought them out of the darkness and the shadow of death… Read More Then they cried #1
Night has fallen, and My hands have stopped their trembling. But inside, my heart trembles still. I left a part of myself Back in that classroom with you, My dear friend. My heart weeps with you For a dear, suffering man, And his courageous wife. The thought of what they face Brings tears to my… Read More Rest in the Storm
I saw them, the children, happy and joyous in the Lord! I saw them looking up relaxing in the hand of the Lord! Happy smiles Unhindered Shine in praise, Worshiping the Lord! I heard them Beautifully Singing out, Praises to the Lord! The grown ups saying “no”, “not that way”, Inhibiting them, Squelching them, The… Read More Don’t Squelch the Spirit
On the mountaintop again, dancing, accepted, Engulfed in the sunshine of His love! The breeze catches my hair as I look at Him shyly with a happy, radiant smile! What a joy to be accepted by Him who loves me most! The valley below is almost forgotten, beautiful in the distance, but Your love draws… Read More My Love, My Delight!
Flippantly I skip up to the foot of a cross. I look up; yeah some guy died for me. flippantly I think, that’s nice, yeah he died for my sins; I believe it and I’m glad. Can we just skirt around the subject now? Or maybe we could teleport from this side to the other?… Read More What Kind of Love…?
Soft, gentle rain Gray skies above Bringing God’s love, Brings life to the earth, Maturity from new birth Soft, gentle rain. This is a poem I wrote in the spring of 1992 during a very difficult time of my life. Many plants and bulbs and seeds lie dormant during the winter months, but the… Read More Soft, Gentle Rain
In this new place I don’t know anyone. As I walk down the long hallway three ladies laugh. They look at me and are quiet, no hellos and no how are you doing? Their eyes just stare, smiling, through me a look that says I’ve interrupted something. I am an interruption. We all need… Read More How to be accepted
