Branch Out!

June 11, 2019

If a tree were to resist

shedding her colorful autumn leaves,

when would come spring?

When would come summer?

If we resist change

we cannot question why

we do not grow.

Do not choose death – choose life!

By Martha L Shaw – ©  2015 Words and Image

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CREATED WITH A SPECIAL PURPOSE!

June 10, 2019

Perspective

A wee one picked a pretty flower

and gave it to her Mom.

Everyone around her smiled with joy.

She grew older and was taught

a dandelion was “just a weed”

but did the flower really change

when the eyes of her heart

were closed?

She grew up

and made them into

such delicious wine!

How eye opening!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2015

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ALONE, I FAIL AS A GARDENER, BUT WITH HELP …

June 8, 2019

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De Colores – A Tanka Poem

Life in black and white.

Weeds grow in Eden’s Garden.

Original sin.

God’s compassion . . . Jesus Christ.

Garden blooms, living color!

by Martha L Shaw Copyright July 27, 2012

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LISTEN TO HIS VOICE

March 27, 2019

“ALL of my senses listen, see, and appreciate the love of God in His amazing gifts such as these and so many more!! ” –Martha Shaw

 

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“There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story” – Linda Hogan –

 


LOVE IN A CRYSTAL VASE

March 4, 2019

When I was a wee one

I always wanted to visit Nana

and bring her flowers.

Seemed to me she never got any.

As I saw things,

she was always alone, too.

I picked beautiful dandylions for her

and she put them in a water glass on her dining table!

I didn’t know it was a water glass

nor did I know the “flowers” were just weeds.

Nana must not have known what they were either

because she kissed me

and said they were beautiful

just like ME!

By Martha L Shaw © 2019

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AN UNEXPECTED GIFT!

February 11, 2019

When The Storm Passes . . .

The threat of a storm lasted long, but now that the storm is over it seems as though it was quite brief.  How often do we find this to be true?  After it has gone, the beauty in its wake seems brighter than ever before  . . .

Here are some photographs taken after other storms have gone.  It seems there is a message in their beauty.

 

29 He stilled the storm to a whisper;
   the waves of the sea[a] were hushed.    – Psalm 107:29


SURRENDER AND FOLLOW

January 2, 2019

Clouds over my head

Whisper opportunity

Gentle wisps of change

By Martha L Shaw – © 2015

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