I rest in God's hands
Nothing transpires outside His plans
And that for my good
In living life I should
Bring to Him all glory and praise
Enduring throughout all days
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
The Son’s Rays
When clouds block the sun
Darkness fills the sky
The sun can not be seen
But the sun yet is high
When troubled seas toss you
And you fear He’s not here
Although He may not be felt
The Son is still there
Fear not when shadows
And silence fill your days
Though the Master vanishes during the test
Not long will be hidden His comforting rays
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
What is a Hero?
What is a hero?
One Hundred to zero,
Age does not matter.
Is a hero something great?
Sometimes it’s the hands of fate
That brings one to light.
Does a hero have to be brave?
Courage, at times to save,
Is rather fear channeled.
Will a hero be very strong?
For a time not long
Will strength matter.
A hero is not something
Made up of one thing
Or things too many to count.
A hero does not seem
Always to be deemed
Worth of praise.
Some heroes are never seen
For who they are, but only the scene
They made in their moment of greatness.
A hero can be small,
Lacking the titles “handsome” and “tall,”
But gaining instead that of “Grace.”
A hero can be the child
Who, meek and mild,
Shares his cookie with another.
A hero can be the father
Who never views as a bother
The dirt dish water reaching his elbows.
A hero can be the one
Who had no choice in what was begun
And can only find courage to finish.
A hero is the one who used
Fear and refused
To fall defeated.
A hero is the person next to you
That never gave in who
Pushed though the day.
A hero is anyone that
Chooses not to fall flat
In the face of challenges.
A hero is one who rises
And embraces surprises
And lives to give others joy
A hero lives to give others joy.
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Why Not Soar?
Why not soar?
Why stay grounded?
Why not soar?
Why hold back?
Why not soar?
Why cling to the past?
Why not soar?
Why grasp the old?
Why not soar?
Why be afraid?
Why not soar?
Why refuse to let go?
Why not soar?
Why retain the negative?
Why not soar?
Why shrink from sunshine?
Why not soar?
Why say “no?”
Why not soar?
Why turn off the light?
Why not soar?
Why turn away?
Why not soar?
Why say “not yet?”
Why not soar?
Why carry the weight?
Why not soar?
Why doubt?
Why not soar?
Why look back?
Why not soar?
Why look down?
Why not soar?
Why not take the first step?
Why not release the old?
Why not reach forward?
Why not trust?
Why not relish the warmth of life?
Why not say “okay?”
Why not give it to Him?
Why not let go?
Why not?
Why not soar?
Why not jump?
Why not fly high?
Why not go for it?
Why not?
Why not soar?
Why not say “from this point on?”
Why not say “I’ll follow You?”
Why not say “I trust?”
Why not?
Why not soar?
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Dreams Like Bubbles
Fragile forms floating
Away from the wand
The spherical configurations
Rise above the reaching fingers
Gently the wind carries them higher
Still the child dances after
Pointing, grasping, following
Pursing yet the magic
Some will burst along the way
The fingers grab
The forms can’t hold again the stab
Others fly further
Until the pressure closes in
And yet a few will arrive
To brush against the sky
Before fading away
Bubbles like the dreams of a child
Are delicate and require
The soft whispering breezes
To carry them upward
Dream on, dear one
Reach still above your head
Let your dreams brush the clouds
And you, tender guardian
Handle tenderly the aspirations of the young
Let those dreams
Tender as the fragile forms
Alight on the whispers of encouragement
And let not harsh winded words
Push them down
Rise above sweet dream
Ever strong
Yet tender
As the bubbles of your childhood
The Eyes of a Child
Wide with wonder
Taking in the world
The eyes of a child
Round their space
Absorbing this place
Never lose
the child-like gaze
Capture the moments
With hands that always seek
To understand new and old
Retain that mystery told
Keep time with the rhythm
Of curiosity
And never lose the eyes of a child
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Ocean, Rising to Setting
The body of water lies still at peace.
It has no care, no worry, no crease.
Calmly it waits for the morning rays,
To awaken its light and set it to praise.
The light hits the ocean a new day is here.
Time to embrace a shining atmosphere.
A ripple appears, a wave is born.
It will not be stopped, moved, or torn.
More waves move in upon the beach.
Shells and sand are shifted with each.
Light shimmers reflecting off the water,
It sparkles and moves as the day grows hotter.
The wind picks up, the waves have grown.
Blues of the ocean attest a deeper tone.
Afternoon wears on, clouds roll in.
A misting of rain descends therein.
The day is not done, wait there is more.
Do not leave it behind, watch the shore.
An ocean of pink, then purple, then navy,
The sun dips below the ocean all wavy.
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