gentle grace - summer

gentle grace

set your Holy place

among we who need thee so much...

there is pain

we're bearing it's name

and we long for your merciful touch

turn our eyes

from what lies

before us here

and let us find

you, soft and kind

as we feel you, oh so near

Simpler Times (a must read) - summer

On Monday mornings we could rise

to amber meadows, azure skies,

and hear the still, small voice inside

so silent is the dawn.

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With work no farther than our door

asking little, receiving more

not knowing whether rich or poor -

content with what we have.

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We'd live God's time - by sun and moon

all else is later, now, or soon

no ticking clocks say "nine" or "noon"

no measured time of day.

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By evening, filtered golden rays

of sunlight slant through radiant haze

while house lights twinkle as twilight fades -

God grant us simpler times. 

Mother's Day memory of Grandma

The peonies always come back-

Doesn’t matter the political climate

or the season or drama of men

these peonies my Grandma planted

rise again and again.

Long gone is the house they lived in,

now the cars just pass it by,

overgrown the driveway with it

no one there to wave “hi”.

It doesn’t matter that no one waters them

for God sends just enough rain

and the spring  sun makes its annual appearance

so that they know to rise again.

So much comfort comes from knowing

though I’m three hundred miles away

that the peonies come back in remembrance of Grandma

every Memorial Day.

return to faith- spring

little girl on a swing

living out her dreams of spring

back and forth her flowing hair

wishing I were living there

in the place of simple cares

of life in it's purest fare

so what is it that bids me grieve

is it really life or what I conceive

it to be

oh me 

of little faith

let me return to you Lord

with such trust and be safe.