Wings in flight . . . the traveller sings,
Leaves on the now empty branch dance.
and the song grows further away.
Seasons change.
New gifts are given.
New songs are sung!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2019
Wings in flight . . . the traveller sings,
Leaves on the now empty branch dance.
and the song grows further away.
Seasons change.
New gifts are given.
New songs are sung!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2019
It’s been raining long and hard
And gray skies were all I could see.
But today is different,
Or perhaps I am,
For I see a bright spot
Glowing through the
Clouds of morning.
I shall dance!
Dancing with the raindrops
And celebrating the sun
Am I
For today is
A new day
And the Lord has blessed it!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018
It saddens me that some feel there is no God. If only they knew how much He loved them. My friend Betty had a heart of gold. She is with the Lord now but I lovingly think of her often. I recall a night when we were young and it was a Saturday night. We hungered for our favorite ice cream shop. Leaving for home, we spied a tiny broken wimged bird by the door. Betty picked it up and exclaimed “it’s alive!” She then handed it to me as I wondered if my hands or the tiny bird shook more! lol We drove all over trying to find a pet clinic and succeeded. I still wonder if they repaired the wing. Betty knows the answer.
Feeling all alone
The tiny broken winged bird
Knew that God sent you
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018
Thunderous applause
reaches me from above.
Some call it a storm
but I call it joy
Hidden wonders yet to come!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
I climbed up a tree.
Just one bird was welcoming.
Truly a great start!
By Martha L Shaw – © 6–2019
A wee one picked a pretty flower
and gave it to her Mom.
Everyone around her smiled with joy.
She grew older and was taught
a dandelion was “just a weed”
but did the flower really change
when the eyes of her heart
were closed?
She grew up
and made them into
such delicious wine!
How eye opening!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2015
The sun still shines
on dark rainy days.
You can see it reflected
in EVERY puddle!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2016