May 25, 2016

They pointed and shook their heads.

“Not a grain of common sense,” they said.

Still she moved ahead.

“What is she thinking?”

She followed the path.

They called her names,

but it did not sway her.

Throwing things at her did nothing

to change her mind.




threats. . .

loss of friends,

still she answered the same way.

“Follow me!” He’d invited.

Eagerly, she did.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016


May 17, 2016

your love is like

Sights and Scents of Love

“Ew”  someone said,

but it was not me.

For I had learned

the greatest love

doesn’t smell like flowers!

By Martha L Shaw – ©  5-21-2015 Words and Image

What does love really look like? I’ve seen it in a man who has sweat dripping from his face, his hair and a wrinkled tee shirt,  all because he mowed and raked my lawn on a hot SC summer day last year.  I have seen it in the empty wallet of someone who spent their last buying a gift to lift my grieving spirits.  I’ve seen it in the grubby sneakers of an  overworked priest who gave up some of his little free-time on his day off to visit me when I was in crisis.   I could go on and will in a  longer feature coming soon, but I noticed that these eyes of mine must surely be blind for missing the most poignant images of love  and not one item in this post speaks of sex or body shape or . . . reality is so much better than what is pictured on magazine covers!  LOOK FOR IT!


May 16, 2016

NEVER underestimate

the power of His love!



May 12, 2016

Jesus choosing death assured my survival.

 My calling is to pray, to listen, to trust and to follow.  

deeply in love

In His Image

May 11, 2016

In the quiet

I felt your arms around me.

I smiled.

I sighed.

I knew your breath,

So close to me,

Was filling my lungs

And giving me strength

To grow . . . to go on.

I was you.

You were me.

By Martha L Shaw – © 5- 30-2014



May 10, 2016

Time to look at life and love in a new way! The God who lovingly made heaven and earth and all that is made no two alike!  In His great love, He did this and can name every raindrop, snowflake and hair on our heads, yet the concept of diversity has caused war, hate, and crucifixion . . . Will we EVER appreciate being diverse as the blessing it was meant to be?





May 8, 2016


Here we stroll,

Just you and I.

My hand, my heart, my soul

My all are yours!

I hunger to share you with the world,

And oddly . . . wonderfully when I do,

You are more deeply mine!

I can’t explain,

I can only proclaim

And hold out my burning wick

That all may know the fire of your love!


By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

holding hands




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