Branch Out!

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

CREATED WITH A SPECIAL PURPOSE!

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

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

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

“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

 

 

“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

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

 

 

AN UNEXPECTED GIFT!

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

Clouds over my head

Whisper opportunity

Gentle wisps of change

By Martha L Shaw – © 2015

THE VIOLIN

It began . . .

An ordinary day.

Then

I heard the sounds of peace and passion.

A duet that at once caught my breath

while also wrapping me in streams of gold.

My heart . ..my soul

Were fed as never before.

Should I dance or cry or laugh

Or indulge

In a banquet

Of all three

and more.

Music so sweet and gentle

Then suddenly it grew in magnitude

And repainted the landscape.

A love

Indescribable

Wrapped in a bow.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2018

 

 

BEHOLD

Such beauty

in a faded lily

still smiling in the sun!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

IN HIS IMAGE

If the rose

Knew only its thorns

Would it still be sweet?

By Martha L Shaw ©8-24-2015 

Words and Image