FAITH HARVESTED
The clouds lingered long.
Will the light never return?
The dampness of my tears,
The ache in my limbs,
The longing for something more . . .
All forgotten in an instant
As my gaze found the sun!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2014
The clouds lingered long.
Will the light never return?
The dampness of my tears,
The ache in my limbs,
The longing for something more . . .
All forgotten in an instant
As my gaze found the sun!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2014
For lots of reasons, I find myself reading most books these days by ereader, yet still I adore old books and stores which feature them! I love the sight, smell and feel of them, but there is something more! I hear the voices of each soul who held, read, and loved the book before me. Old books, old friends!
The tattered pages
Speak of those who’ve gone before
Can you hear the whispers?
By Martha L Shaw ©2015
Little flower,
petals swaying in the breeze,
bows her head
as rain comes.
Then she looks to the sun
in joyful thanks!
By Martha L Shaw ©2015
Tears are like refreshing rain
Restoring the parched land of the soul
And welcoming new life.
By Martha L Shaw ©8-29-2015