Grace and Destruction

August 12, 2014

There is a stirring within me.

Like a tornado,

There is destruction in its path.

Ah, but the wreckage

Cannot be seen

Nor is it likely to be missed.

How can this be?

The mistakes of yesterday,

And misleading voices of today

Are in its course!

The still small voice

In all its gentle strength?

It will live on

And waits for me

To turn my gaze,

To incline my ear,

And to listen not to the wind

But to the voice of love.

By Martha L Shaw © 8-26-2013

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Marked As Yours

October 12, 2013

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Your arms stretched out,

“it is finished” is what you said,

But for me it had only just begun.

All those years before my birth,

Your hand print of love

Was already on my soul

And eternal life with you was mine

Before my first breath!

Yours is a love without beginning

And without end!

By Martha L Shaw – © 10-12-2013


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