Friday, April 27, 2012

Somehow, I feel I connect with God at a level of heart feelings. I wish for God to feel my heart. A poet tries to express this on paper to stir these feelings in others. Fragrant blossoms stirring in a springtime breeze, golden leaves floating in an autumn gust, a kitten following an ant through the grass, all things that pull at our heartstrings as we build pictures around the words.  Words make us happy, angry, sad, and sometimes, even indifferent, according to the experiences we bring with us to analyze what we read.
Trail to Jabez

A lonesome, uphill trail
Leads to the mountain of despair,
Through a forest sodden with
The moisture of broken dreams,
Laden with loose rocks of discouragement.

Thorns of temptation tear at the heart
Creeping vines of entanglement
Wrestle with weeds of regret.

Distress surrounds like cold mist
From a waterfall
Pressing in on dark fears and calamity.

Tiny flowers of tears and loneliness spring up,
Pushing through the foliage of wrong choices,
Until suddenly---
The trail falls into a great ravine.

Beyond the chasm,
Sun shines on a garden called Eden.

With arms lifted up in prayerful attitude
And lips of praise---
I whisper...

"Jesus, take my hand."
Ashes In The Wind

My song becomes silent
Passing as a cloud.
I look and I see
My heart follows my eyes.

My words fall as ashes,
Drawn away by the wind,
such a small thing
Making no shadow.

My tears melt into mist
As a wispy vapor
Rising in despair,
To be no more.
Simply You

When I think of you
As I often do,
I feel warm and bubbly inside
And I . . .
I want to smile.

When I see you walking toward me
The bubbles begin to spill over,
And I know that I'm . . .
I'm going to smile.

when I hear your voice
Warm like wine,
Mountain brooks and high meadow flowers
Tickle right here and I . . .
I smile.

And I look and I see,
You're smiling too.
The Rose

A tiny rosebud beside the garden fountain,
Sun-ripening and dancing with life
Her petals open, reaching for warmth
Bursting with growth.

Moist earth, summer fragrance,
And the sound of the fountain
Caress her delicate petals
Now shimmering from the morning dew.

Oh! A fall frost lurks nearby
That reaches to touch the fragile flower,
To steal her fragrance by the fountain,
That now runs cold with falling leaves floating.

She has pushed her way through thorns,
Fought off pestilence and storm,
Now her Protector reaches...
A gentle hand to offer His own Eternal Water.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Every time I spend time in my garden,
(I call the whole backyard my garden) it's a
spiritual experience. The birds sing, the frogs
croak, the bees buzz and the whole area is alive
especially this time of year. There are so many
places I've wanted to see for ever so long but
when I'm in my garden everything's different. It's
peaceful and God speaks through the miracle of
growth so clearly. It's like... suddenly I have the
whole world at my fingertips and don't need
anything more. I guess I don't try to analyze things.
I learned a long time ago to take one day at a
time, He will do the rest. My prayers center
around those I care about, past, present, and
perhaps, future. I ask Him to allow me peace and
freedom, love, and the quality of life to enjoy all
He has for me. I thank Him every day for the
clarity of mind to see Him in all things. Where
He leads, I will follow. I go to church on Sunday
for the fellowship. I worship every day of the
week for that is where my freedom is. I have
reverence for nature, life, and friendship. Beyond
this I remain silent until He leads.

Monday, August 23, 2004

An Oregon sunset in my front yard Posted by Hello

High in the mountains of Southern Oregon is where I retreat every summer to reconnect with my Creator. My two younger children learned to swim here. This spot is a two hour drive from my home. Posted by Hello

Umpqua National Forrest, near South Umpqua Falls Posted by Hello

A perfect spot for camping and the car's unloaded. Posted by Hello

Just over the mountain is the ocean . . . an hour away Posted by Hello

Bursting Bubbles

I’m not me anymore,
I’ve become someone new,
Like a soap bubble . . .
Fuller and fuller,
Until it bursts.

I am a diary,
Written pages full.
Starting a new book . . .
As each page fills
I’m becoming more.

A west wind blows,
I, also, will ride the current,
Over hill and canyon . . .
Sky scrapper and vast water.
There I go— by God’s grace.

Disappointment and pleasant
Surprises along the way,
Give and take, and more growth.

But it’s still your smile that creates
A carrousel of music
Around my world.

BoseWellSprings in the early morning sun near my home, a small part of the 100 valleys of the Umpqua. Posted by Hello

Sunday, August 22, 2004

Ashes And Mist

My words fall as ashes
No one hears,
Such a small thing—
To make no shadow.

My tears become mist
As a vapor,
Rising in despair—
And are no more.

My song becomes silent
Passed as a cloud,
I look and I see—
And my heart follows my eyes.


Be tender toward me,
Tolerant and trusting
As we move into a new place---

From familiar to unknown,
A place where you and I
Become us.

Offer your hand as I step within,
Your reassurance as I explore.
Be my guide, my mentor, my friend.

When I see dark clouds, I'll reach---
Knowing you are near to shelter me
From wind and rain.

We'll dance to the rhythm of our rainbow,
Reaching for warm rays of sunshine

We'll find our high mountain meadow,
That place were you and I
Are us.