Your very presence
sweetest perfume to my soul
you are mine always
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
If it wasn’t for the storm
Would the dead wood remain standing?
Without its rain,
Would the pond still refresh my thirst?
Would the grass still grow and cushion my footsteps?
Would the garden still feed my body,
Feed my soul?
If it wasn’t for the storm,
Would I still see the sun and feel its warming rays?
Rejoice!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2013
A voice from the next room called out in a loud voice “I be knackered!” Quite frankly, I was not sure whether to run for cover or to run for covers!
When I was very small I had a green blanket on my bed. To anyone but me, it was nothing special at all. After I had it for a while, it was full of holes, but Mama knew not to replace it. As I tried to sleep at night, I would suck my fingers on one hand and hold my green blanket with the other, all the while rubbing the fuzz with my fingers.
Poor Mama must have constantly swept my bedroom floor of all the fuzz and my special blanket was surely less warm than it had been . . . to Mama. Not to me, for my heart was reminded of how much I was loved and how safe I was simply by being wrapped in it.
The blanket was not magic and Mama, though neither she nor I could truly know my heart, left it with me until I outgrew it. I know now, but not then, that there is just one source for the love I felt and that God is the source. He was also the one who knew my heart then as now. I am older now and do not need the blanket, but the little girl I was still lives inside me and she STILL feels blanketed in Abba’s love.
When you plant the seeds of love
the roots grow strong,
those roots go deep,
and the plant reseeds itself
throughout the garden
and beyond!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
With my heart pounding
I face the dark passageway
And must make a choice . . .
Shall I retreat filled with dread
Or seek opportunity?
I shall
follow you
one step at a time.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2016
I was on an avid search for peace!
I turned every stone,
and opened each door!
After miles of running, running, calling out,
I simply had to stop and rest.
It was then I found it!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017 Words and image
Despite their fragility,
in body and on branch,
the birds sang on
in delicate harmony.
Thunder and lightening,
driving wind and rain
did not change their spirit!
We have much to learn from them!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017