HOPE FOR THE FUTURE

Tiny feet

Scampering about,

Carry a wee one

Full of promise!

From such as this

Once was born

A Savior!

By Martha L Shaw ©2016

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OUR DIFFERENCES WERE INTENTENDED!

God created us in His image yet each different in his and her own way.   But we’re forever at war with one another over the discord we see and hear. We refuse to see His face in others and further refuse to see and hear all that can be created when we blend together!    LET’S START A NEW TRADITION!  THE ONE HE INTENDED ALL ALONG!- Martha L Shaw

 

ONLY HARMONY

As my friend and I sat in a back pew at church,

she an alto,

I a soprano,

AN ANSWER TO FINDING PEACE AND HARMONY CAME TO ME –

LET US SING!

Each in her own voice, beautifully blended

and blessing God and one another!

 

by Martha L Shaw – © 7-23-2017

 

 

STAND AGAINST SAVAGE BEHAVIOR!

We live in a world where savage behavior is considered cool and songs, books, movies, Ebooks, posters, plays, and more make the message clear and the performers wealthy for displaying acts of savagery while acts of kindness have ACTUALLY been known to inspire it!  KIND FOLKS ARE FREQUENT VICTIMS!

 

THIS MUST CHANGE!  LET’S BEGIN TODAY!  

WORLD PEACE BEGINS WITH YOU!  SHARE THIS MESSAGE!

RIP OFF THE LABELS!

Unlabeled

The happy little dandelion

growing in the field

smiled toward heaven

all the while.

No one ever said

“you’re just a weed”

so he had no doubt

that he was loved.

Perhaps

there is a lesson

here for you andme?

by Martha L Shaw © 2017

 

Just today, another young life lost whom I knew and many I never knew, due to labels. . .some self imposed, some by society or classmates or undefined loud mouths thrust upon them, but lives lost again aand again needlessly.  Each loved, each with purpose. When will we learn.

 

 

but by His love

 

WHAT SPARKS YOUR FLAME?

Fueled By . . .

If

Peace and passion

Do not travel hand in hand

All growth,

Perhaps even life itself

Comes to a halt.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

DADDY’S LOVE – ABBA’S SERVANT

 

Tapers on the sofa table

Gently lit the room

For it was night.

 

While mother slept,

Father and I enjoyed the gentle candle light

And stories from another time and place.

 

We needed no warmth

From those candles, though.

That came from father’s heart.

 

He knew I’d be waiing.

I knew he’d come.

Sleep didn’t come easily to him.

 

We spent hours together

He shared so many stories

Oa life as a boy,family,the farm…

 

Tales of many generations

Retold in the gently lit room

Well into the night.

 

Tears come as I share this

But not of sadness,

All of joy!

 

As we retired for the night,

I waited for his sounds of sleep

Before taking to my bed.

 

He is gone now,

But my memories still bring

Love, peace, and rest!

 

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017