HE LEADS ME

PASSION’S PRIZE

 

You speak without words

Yet your message is so clear

And I ride the flame

By Martha L Shaw ©11-24-2015

 

TRUST IN HIM

ALONE, I FAIL AS A GARDENER, BUT WITH HELP …

De Colores – A Tanka Poem

Life in black and white.

Weeds grow in Eden’s Garden.

Original sin.

God’s compassion . . . Jesus Christ.

Garden blooms, living color!

by Martha L Shaw Copyright July 27, 2012

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SPREAD THE WORD!

NOT A SECRET ANYMORE!

 

Soul Kisses From My Savior

You introduced me to my heart

The day that I accepted yours.

I know now that true and lasting  joy

Was never before mine

Until that day I looked into your eyes

And found my very soul

Was looking back at me

In the pure love and grace

I saw reflected there.

You touched my hand

And led me to the place

That I’d been seeking all my life

Without ever knowing what I’d missed.

Suddenly, this secret of our love

Is one that I can no longer keep

To myself

And so I freely share it

Every chance I get.

A most amazing consequence

Is now so clear to me.

For every time I blow a kiss

You blow back two of yours!

by Martha L Shaw Copyright 2012, 2919

OPEN YOUR HEART

My Beloved

A palm branch welcome

A donkey ride, “hosanna!!”

enroute to the tree

By Martha L Shaw ©-2015

VOICE OF AN ANGEL

Mom, dressed for her first date with Dad!

When someone so close to us and whom we love so much is near the end, we feel their pain as they age and we would do whatever we could to see the Mom (or other loved one) as we remember them . . . even one more time.  This week marks another anniversary  of her passing.  She felt no pain in passing while asleep and just didn’t awaken this side of heaven.  She died holding hands with Jesus with a big smile on her face, just like my Grampy did.  If your morning quiet place seems to have a larger angel choir, that’s Mom.  No matter how many things she could no longer do toward the end, she was always singing and I am sure she still is!  Likely, the angels in your life are singing with her!

The last thing she and I said to each other was to smile and say “I love you!” it was a sunny spring afternoon and the birds were singing!

 

 

 

 

 

My Empty Hands

Lord,

Everything I have seems to be slipping

Through my fingers.

Tangible is so temporary

And things I’ve always valued

Are quickly gone

From my grasp.

I moan,

I weep,

I sing.

For while my hands are empty,

My heart is full.

Your love . . .

My trust in you . . .

Intangible  . . .  real . . . true.

I have nothing

Yet I possess everything.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2013

MY HOME IS IN YOU

 

My home is the sun shining down on me

And filling my soul

With light.

My home is a song,

An echo from heaven

Which gives my spirit wings.

My home has neither roof nor walls.

It is your hand holding me close.

I sing.

I smile.

I soar.

By  Martha L Shaw – ©2014