A SIP AND A PRAYER

Ah, morning breezes

leaves sway to your melody

sunrays dance along

By Martha L Shaw – ©2015

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WINGS OF PRAISE

Quiet time in my screened porch and the amazing colors and sounds  are spiritual for me and I cannot start my day without His gift! – Martha L Shaw

Melody is the medium within which my soul hears something from your soul…- Chloe Goodchild –

 

 

 

Spring’s Thaw

It is cold in my sanctuary this morning

But so vast a choir sings so sweetly

That my heart is warmed

And my spirit renewed.

By Martha L Shaw ©2014

 

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

What the Songbirds Taught Me

I woke with a start!

My dog sat up at my feet in bed

Daylight began to shake its head

and so did my sleepy Scrappy!

She doesn’t care for rain

but loves the screened in porch.

I stood near and felt the morning damp chill.

My dog cocked her head and smiled.

I wondered . . .

Then rain and wind were not what I heard or felt

but rather

a choir of birds singing their songs in joyful harmony

from the upper branches of a tree in my yard.

Whether rain or likely reign,

they knew no fear . . .

only love.

By Martha L Shaw ©2018

 

 

 

REJOICE AND BE GLAD

My world is quiet.

As I begin to awaken

My puppy gives me an eager kiss

And her favorite toy.

The worries of yesterday

Try to find me

As I prepare the morning coffee at the sink.

All I hear is the running tap

But I think of cleansing water

As I push those inner clouds away

And glance out the window

As the aroma fills the room

And I see the rising sun

Brightening the land

As it reflects on the dew kissed lawn.

I see the glorious blue sky

Filter through the branches of the trees.

Then, I heard them!

Countless tiny birds

Sing Your praises

And I, smiling broadly,

Cannot help but join them!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2018

 

A Glimpse of Heaven

I believe the birds sing more sweetly than ever when they see me in my favorite spot, the white wicker settee, rejoicing with them. All the stress and uncertainty drifts away and only hope and joy remains.

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