Whether you stand in the shade,
Or in the sun,
Is not the tree still beautiful?
By Martha L Shaw – ©2014

Handmade from twigs by M L SHAW
Whether you stand in the shade,
Or in the sun,
Is not the tree still beautiful?
By Martha L Shaw – ©2014
Handmade from twigs by M L SHAW
Its softness is enhanced
By age and use.
Its colors faded by the light of many days,
And its fibers show wear
Yet its beauty is all I see,
All I feel,
And all I know.
Its story is one of patience
And of time and effort.
It contains both pain and pleasure.
The fabrics of many lives intertwined
To become one . . .
It is not one story,
But rather generations of stories
Shared by the fire,
Told over tea,
Revealed as fine thread
Wove scraps of many lives
Into something too beautiful not to share.
By Martha L Shaw – © 12-16-2013
This lovely quilt, subject of the symbolism in my poem, goes back multiple generations in my family and is approx 150 years old. Oh, the stories it has to tell me are many!
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It was just an old rocking chair
sitting in my grandmother’s house
when my parents first got married.
It was black,
sat in the corner,
and nobody ever used it.
My mother was dusting there one day
and discovered layers
and layers of wax build up.
Mom cleaned the chair,
then dad noticed
that the seat was falling apart
and rebuilt the chair with a new seat.
They are gone now.
The chair is mine.
I recently added quilts,
pillows, and teddy bears
that I’ve made.
The chair is nothing special
but when I sit in it,
it’s a family reunion!
By Martha L Shaw ©2-8-2016
Don’t be discouraged . . . people say that all the time and the Bible repeats it over and over and still I am temped to respond rudely when I hear it! (and sometimes give in to the urge 😦
Today, He wanted me to finally sew for a special someone. My response? “But my bad shoulder and my tremors . . . ” He persisted. I am not so fast . . . He said it’s not a race.
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
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Indeed He has a plan and it might sound impossible but He enables those He calls. Today He assured me I could still sew. Tomorrow? I will find out when I get there. He will speak softly to my heart and hold my hand.
Dedicated to Adam . . . today’s special someone!
. . .
By Martha L Shaw – ©11-9-2013
The tough wooden cross in my hand was given to me by a man I’d never met before this past Thursday when by chance or design we prayed together then he shared testimony with me. As my wounded spirit soared I shared mine with him as well. Time and other responsibility flew as we were drawn together and when we parted he gave me a small wooden cross carved by hand from a bit of storm severed cypress and by a man I will never know.
This morning when the crisis of the moment which kept me from sleep last night find a way to steal my joy of the new morning, I retreated to my quiet place and gripped this cross in my tremor ravaged left hand. I could not think or pray but only rest in my quiet place and grip it. I came to feel the love and prayers of the one who carved it. I realized my pain lessened as did my tremors. Just now as I pondered this knowing it was not any holistic healing power in the wood nor in the preserving oil, but in the significance it held, I looked at it and saw that nature had damaged the wood in a way that took my spirit higher still. There are tiny cracks the eye, or mine anyway, needed to look closely to see. Where do these cracks appear? Just where Jesus hands and feet would have been if this had been the tree on which He gave His life for me.
If you’ve visited my other blogs, you might think this one is totally me, but you’d only be partly correct. I hate knitting. lol That being said, when the destructive voices will not be quieted and I can’t hear with the ears of my heart over their lying rants, nothing settles me better than a hands on visual art project of some sort. Aside from knitting, I love most forms I’ve discovered and am always seeking new ones! Now for the quote: