DID I MISS SOMETHING?

It is NOT miraculous

that God loves us.

The miracle is our realization of His love

and our eagerness

to return and to share it!

By Martha L Shaw – ©2017

 

THE GIFT OF THE JOURNEY

I heard the sweet sound of a bird

calling out from a high branch.

No answer,

he didn’t give up.

He showed no anger.

He listened . . .

he called again.

He sang.

He enjoyed his perch,

then called again

and waited some more.

He performed daily tasks while waiting.

The cycle repeated.

THEN,

the right time came

and he got the Word .. .

He sang with such joy!

Love is patient.

Love never fails!

Love is eternal.

By Martha L Shaw – ©2017

 

SILENT AND BREATHLESS!

The service was coming to a close…

all was dark and silent;

but for the glow of a single candle,

much like the star on that special night.

Darkness soon changed to a joyous glow

as we all shared in the light!

Each hand held a lit candle

and each heart held the best gift of all . ..

an invitation to eternal life!

By Martha L Shaw – ©2017

 

 

THIS IS HE!

Recieving three gifts,

born in meager surroundings,

came our infant King!

By Martha L Shaw – ©2017

 

THE GIFT

Finally sunshine!

I step out into the cold and see

a rose withstood the frost!

By Martha L Shaw – ©2017

 

 

His Garden

The gate was open.

I could feel the gentle breeze beckoning me.

I heard the choir sing.

Were they birds or angels . . .

it mattered not.

The beauty of His grace at once

brought me rest and excited me!

I stepped inside . . .

By Martha L Shaw – ©2015

 

FEELING THE LOVE . . .

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 – © 2013

 

HOPE’S MORNING RAYS

 

The house is quiet.

It is early morning

And the moon is handing the reins to the sun.

The illusion of darkness fades

As the breath of a new day

Fills my heart and soul.

“Good Morning” Hope seems to say.

I rise.

 

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

 

 

 

NOT JUST AN ORDINARY DAY!

It Began Like Every Other Day . . . But Then

A simple peasant girl

Answered yes

To a question

Which surely shocked her

And the world was changed

Forever.

Thanks, Mary.

By Martha L Shaw – ©2013

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