MY FIRST GLIMPSE AT JESUS

My mentor was a humble man.

He didn’t look for praise,

he gave it.

In actuality,

he gave and gave and gave!

Many would say “He had NOTHING.”

They were wrong.

Sweaty and tired from hard work,

he’d be the first to offer a hand.

If someone needed a friend,

he’d sit down,

smile,

and say  “Hi,  pal!”

He’d offer a cup of coffee.

He didn’t have much,

but I say he had it all.

It takes so little to change someone’s day,

or perhaps their life.

He could not share his wallet,

but he always shared his heart.

He was and is my mentor!

If you look at me I hope you’ll see

His eyes looking back at you,

for when I looked at his I’d see

Jesus looking back at me.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2018

My mentor and my Dad

Ronald E Shaw

 

 

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I DON’T ADMIRE YOU. . .

It’s true.

Admire?

I admire the way you comb your hair,

and the way you mow my lawn.

YOU mean more than what YOU DO;

yes, even what you do for me!

YOU are my neighbor . . . friend . . . brother . . . sister.

You?  I LOVE!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016