Love Is Like

December 16, 2014

The old quilt . . .

Its softness is enhanced

By age and use.

Its colors faded by the light of many days,

And its fibers show wear

Yet its beauty is all I see,

All I feel,

And all I know.

Its story is one of patience

And of time and effort.

It  contains both pain and pleasure.

The fabrics of many lives intertwined

To become one . . .

It is not one story,

But rather generations of stories

Shared by the fire,

Told over tea,

Revealed as fine thread

Wove scraps of many lives

Into something too beautiful not to share.

By Martha L Shaw – © 12-16-2013


This lovely quilt, subject of the symbolism in my poem, goes back multiple generations in my family and is approx 150 years old.  Oh, the stories it has to tell me are many!


December 16, 2014

As I walked I saw the clouds

and frowned over coming rain.


I suddenly fell.

While I was down I noticed the flower in bloom.

How could I have missed it?

By Martha L Shaw – © 12-13-2014

Six Word Saturday

December 13, 2014

Breakfast in bed

Sonshine and rest


December Roses

December 12, 2014

The trees are bare of leaves

Yet strength remains

As branches await

The fresh blooms

Of the coming spring.

On my rosebush

Mostly  thorns remain

But it is still a rosebush just the same.

In my heart

I see the buds to come

And know their scent.

Faith is like

Roses in December.

By Martha L Shaw – © 12-12-2014


It Began Like Every Other Day . . . But Then

December 12, 2014


A simple peasant girl

Answered yes

To a question

Which surely shocked her

And the world was changed


Thanks, Mary.

By Martha L Shaw – ©12-23-2013

Baby Steps

December 11, 2014

I’m sitting at your feet.

Or I was,

But you took a couple steps and turned.

You looked back at me

Where I remained

And you seemed to beckon me,

But surely you cannot think that I . . .

I rolled over,

Crawled a little,

But not getting anywhere, I sat.

I twisted, turned, pushed,

Then shaking I got to my feet

Only to land sitting again.

Leaning my head back,

I saw your face.

I saw such love in it,

And tried again.

I wobbled to my feet and stared at them,

Uncertain what they’d do!

I dared not take my eyes off them for a moment,

But still I took a shaky step

Thinking I would surely fall.

I reached up

“Abba!” I cried

And you were right there

Lifting me up.

As you hold me close,

I cannot tell my tears of joy

From  yours.

By Martha L Shaw – © 12-11-2014

I’ve NEVER Been That Popular, But . . .

December 11, 2014

“The only route in life to true joy, as I view it, is following Christ. It may not make you popular, but do you place more value in popularity over the joy of Christ?”

Joshua 24:15 (KJV)

“15 And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. ” – From Thoughts Over Morning Coffee Martha L Shaw

morning coffee


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