Hope Rises

February 24, 2017

 My bread dough rises like the sun

In a cold unleavened sky.

My heart is warmed,

My hands reaching out

To prepare the loaf it will become,

To bake,

To break,

To share.

By Martha L Shaw – ©  1-2015

portuguese bread

HUGS – An Acrostic

December 9, 2013

Hearts unguarded sharing His love!

Uplifted arms – spirits soar!

Gathering of His flock.

Sing, dance, and rejoice!

By Martha L Shaw – © 12-9-2013


When Mourning Ceased

October 2, 2013

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As I drove down the street

The blue sky smiled brightly

As the October sunshine laughed happily

But the sound of my own thoughts

Stole my attention

As I wondered how to fix . . .

What to do about . . .

And nothing seemed to make sense.

In frustration,

I opened the window

And as the cool autumn air took hold of me

My thoughts were blown away

For a time

And I heard the plaintive cry of a lonely bird

Soon joined by another

Then another

And when this trio sang as one

Mourning time had ceased.

In its place?


By Martha L Shaw – © 10-1-2013


September 15, 2013


You stood beside me,

Squeezed my hand,

And smiled.

It was enough.

By Martha L Shaw – ©9-15-2013

Heart of Jesus

August 2, 2013

I believe that one of the most special gifts Jesus desires to give to His sons and daughters is the ability, if we so choose, to see another person using not our own but HIS heart.  

Will you let Him give this gift to you?



July 16, 2013

She stooped to pick up a shell

And held it to her ear.

Though the tide was out

And the waves seemed small and far,

She found joy in the soft warm sand

And the imagined sound of the ocean.

As she strolled along quietly

Suddenly she heard it!

The tide was changing

And the majesty became so clear!

Rejoicing as the gentle droplets,


Displayed such power!


She held onto her board

And rode the wave

In victory!

By Martha L Shaw – © 7-16-2013

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