I HUNGER FOR THE MUSIC

I awakened early,

and all seemed still asleep.

A cup of tea,

a wicker chair,

a sunporch just for me. . .

but I was not alone,

you, too, were there.

I hungered for your music,

heard when we’re alone.

You never disappoint!

I sipped and listened to the gentle breeze

the creaking of the porch door,

the singing of a bird high in the tree.

Soon I heard the tinkling of tiny tear drops

of moving water in the rivulet nearby

and they mirrored myown

tears of thankfulness and joy.

Soon the day would grow busy

and the gentle sounds of your gifts,

your voice,

would be lost in the confusion

and distress.

But in the din I will close my eyes

for just a moment

so that once more

I can hear your music.

It is well.

By Martha L Shaw – ©  2018

THE CONCERT

I closed my eyes,

listened to the music,

and knew it came from You!

My drab day brightened

as the gray mist washed away

by the waves of color

drifted about my heart and soul.

Anxiety was quickly forgotten.

Hope’s brightness easily replaced it

like a love song . . .

while violyn kissed piano

and my soul drifted joyfully

in a dance that will never end.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2019

 

 

 

and The Sound Of Your Voice!

I HUNGER FOR YOUR MUSIC

I awakened early,

and all seemed still asleep.

A cup of tea,

a wicker chair,

a sunporch just for me. . .

but I was not alone,

you, too, were there.

I hungered for your music,

heard when we’re alone.

You never disappoint!

I sipped and listened to the gentle breeze

the creaking of the porch door,

the singing of a bird high in the tree.

Soon I heard the tinkling of tiny tear drops

of moving water in the rivulet nearby

and they mirrored myown

tears of thankfulness and joy.

Soon the day would grow busy

and the gentle sounds of your gifts,

your voice,

would be lost in the confusion

and distress.

But in the din I will close my eyes

for just a moment

so that once more

I can hear your music.

It is well.

By Martha L Shaw – ©  2018

 

SPRING BLESSING

Royal Orchestra – Haiku

Ah, morning breezes

leaves sway to your melody

sunrays dance along

By Martha L Shaw – © 2015

WINGS OF PRAISE

Quiet time in my screened porch and the amazing colors and sounds  are spiritual for me and I cannot start my day without His gift! – Martha L Shaw

Melody is the medium within which my soul hears something from your soul…- Chloe Goodchild –

 

 

 

THE BIRD PROFESSES

You never whine nor complain

and your sweet melody daily lifts my soul

and my spirit dances

regardless of my woes.

I learn much from you!

By Martha L Shaw – ©2019

What the Songbirds Taught Me

I woke with a start!

My dog sat up at my feet in bed

Daylight began to shake its head

and so did my sleepy Scrappy!

She doesn’t care for rain

but loves the screened in porch.

I stood near and felt the morning damp chill.

My dog cocked her head and smiled.

I wondered . . .

Then rain and wind were not what I heard or felt

but rather

a choir of birds singing their songs in joyful harmony

from the upper branches of a tree in my yard.

Whether rain or likely reign,

they knew no fear . . .

only love.

By Martha L Shaw ©2018