Reigning

All life is poetry!

If we let it,

Sad becomes glad

And glad releases

Heaven’s tears of endless joy!

By Martha L Shaw ©10-28-2015

Falling Not Failing

Pushing forward getting nowhere,

I fall.

A new vantage point!

I look up and you are there!

This changed everything!

By Martha L Shaw ©10-28-2015

You Are ALWAYS With Me

Direction – A Poem From My Soul

Your love fills my soul

And your peace

Is like nothing I could imagine.

Yet,

This morning I woke with a start,

I stopped to think

And stumbled off the path.

My fear frozen heart beat too fast

And my mind drew me

In another direction

But not a good one.

I breathed deeply,

I called out to you,

And you showed me the map

Leading me back to you.

The peace in my soul

Softly comforted me.

I smiled

Ready for a new day

Filled with wonder,

Filled with you.

By Martha L Shaw – copyright 10-30-12

Oscar Wilde

True! lol

The Last Sunflowers of the Season

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THEM!

Hi Lovelies,

I was certainly cutting it close on today’s post. Currently, I’m cleaning up a giant mess of a flooded basement. Since I’ve got a lot of mopping to do, I thought I would show you some of the last sunflowers that were picked. I planted the seeds rather late, around August 10th – and they certainly were racing the clock! Luckily, some of them did make it before the frost. I hope you enjoy! I’ll be back tomorrow in full swing, ready to finish Blog-tober!

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FOUND

I fell to my knees

In the darkened space

With no sound but my own breath

But still

My soul heard your voice

And by the light of a single candle

I found The Way

By Martha L Shaw ©10-27-2015

Inspirational Quote For Today

 Happiness

is not a goal;

it is a by-product.

           – Eleanor Roosevelt 

Hopeful

A new week begins.

Sun is peeking behind clouds.

You are here with me.

By Matha L Shaw ©10-22-2015

By Martha L Shaw – © 2015

Six Word Saturday – Say Ahhh!

Beautiful weekend 

to rest and restore

LEAPING FOR JOY

He raked all the leaves

Smiling he raked again

After I dove in.

Dry crackling twigs

Scents of a nearby bonfire

Memories of Dad.

By Matha L Shaw ©10-22-2015