Divine Upcycle – A Tanka

Hungering to serve,

Yet I always fall so short.

Jesus amazes!

He picks up all my messes

And somehow still He blesses!

By Martha L Shaw © 4-10-2013

I Surrender, Lord

 

The journey has been long

And the baggage I’m carrying

Seems to grow increasingly heavier

Moment by moment.

The storm clouds over my head

Cause me to carry it closer

And I become aware of the stench.

I realize I am no longer certain

What the tote contains

But it stretches larger

To contain the increasing load.

Then the handles begin to fray.

I have a choice.

To drop it

Or to strain my arms

And hug it ever more closely?

The way still seems so long

And suddenly the decision is easy

As I release my load

And take a few steps forward.

I begin to look back

Then I become aware

That the path is brighter than I’d realized

And my tired limbs . . .

Yes, my entire weary form

Suddenly floats along

Riding the gentle spring breeze.

I see flowers on the roadside

And their scent makes me smile.

I continue on, refreshed

And set free.

By Martha L Shaw – © 4-7-2013

Welcome – A Tanka For the New Season

 

Resting in the rain

And washed in His endless love

soothes body and soul.

Restored, renewed, and prepared

For the coming season’s change.

By Martha L Shaw © 4-4-2013  - Words and images

Jesus – A Poem and Testimony

Sometimes

Life seems beyond belief.

I sing.

I smile.

I cry.

I rejoice.

That was yesterday.

It was a very bad day,

One of many . . .

I cried out.

You answered.

You sent one of your own

To be your hands,

To touch my hands

And my heart.

I do not understand the pain I feel

But still I sing and rejoice

For you are closer to me than ever

And your love for me is so real

As is my love for you.

By Martha L Shaw – © 4-3-2013

Nailed – A Holy Week Acrostic Poem

 

No sin left unforgiven

At the last day

If you but ask.

Let Him fill you with His grace . . .

Eternal life Him.

“Do you love me?” I do.

By Martha L Shaw ©3-26-2013

 

His Fix-It Shop For the Heart – A Tanka

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It is pouring rain.

Here I sit in hope not felt

Yet I still believe.

I have not placed my fingers

In the holes . . . yet He filled mine.

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By Martha L Shaw – © 3-23-2013

He is welcome here

Six Word Friday – Serve

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Serve another – you serve Jesus twice

by Martha L Shaw © 3-15-2013

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My Soul’s Surrender – A Tanka Poem In Two Stanzas

I sit, weak and low

wondering how can it be?

There is much to do!

Yet I feel less than a slug.

Surely I’m no use to you?

But you are the Lord

and I most surely am not.

Still, you amaze me!

I felt I could do nothing

Yet you use me anyway!

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by Martha L Shaw Copyright 3-14-2013

My Empty Hands

 

Lord,

Everything I have seems to be slipping

Through my fingers.

Tangible is so temporary

And things I’ve always valued

Are quickly gone

From my grasp.

I moan,

I weep,

I sing.

For while my hands are empty,

My heart is full.

Your love . . .

My trust in you . . .

Intangible  . . .  real . . . true.

I have nothing

Yet I possess everything.

By Martha L Shaw – © 3-8-2013

Sunday Post: Captivating

 

Captivating

Life,

Like the earth around me,

Often seems hard,

Dry,

Barren.

Where is the rain?

Where is the fruit for which I hunger?

Ah,

But when you squeeze my hand;

I am reminded that I walk this path

Not alone but with you.

Suddenly,

I am enchanted!

The Light in your eyes

Illuminates my world anew.

I hear you  . . . I see you . . .

in the flora and fauna . . .

in all that surrounds me.

How could I have failed to see?

These human eyes,

Why do they betray me?

As I gaze into yours,

I see myself

Changed by your love.

I am captivated by the opportunities

Suddenly my own,

By the beauty you’ve laid before me.

I wonder,

How could I so long have missed it?

By Martha L Shaw  - words and pictures © 3-2-2013

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