God’s Fuzzy Little Helper . . .

Could it truly be an accident

that God spelled backward

becomes dog?

Though animals are frequent in the Bible,

I do not recall my Scrappy . . . or your Sadie.

But,

though God’s love is not questioned,

the sweet faced,

soft eared,

warm tongued critter

and her unquestionable love and kisses

have nursed many a heartbrake.

Thank you Lord!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2019

 

THINK ABOUT IT

Read …Recite …Relationship

Pray,

It should mean something.

It does, doesn’t it?

When we’re finished, we sing and leave!

But . . .

I don’t need to read the book,

I can easily recite.

That counts, right?

Even if I forget the words?

Does it mean something?

How will He know what I said

if I don’t . . .

I’d rather have

A relationship with Him

using my own words

from my heart.

It matters to me

and to Him.

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

 

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

HERE COMES THE SUN!

As I rolled over

preparing for the new day,

and also avoiding it . ..

I got up anyway.

Deep breaths . . .

surrender . . .

but I MUST . ..

What if . . .

I stepped out on the back porch.

The birds sang so beautifully

without any consideration

for the grey sky

or cold February wind.

Suddenly,

I took no notice either!

The Master artist,

looking at all my broken pieces,

DID’T see the mess

reflected in my mirror!

He saw His own likeness

and all at once I did as well,

and I shall follow Him always!

By Martha L Shaw ©2019

 

 

 

 

 

HE IS NEVER FAR . . .

When love seems the farthest 

from my heart,

and my grasp,

that is when,

in truth

I am the most closely

wrapped in His arms!

By Martha L Shaw ©2018

 

 

WHAT DOES YOUR HEART SEE?

Whether you stand in the shade,

Or in the sun,

Is not the tree still beautiful?

By Martha L Shaw – ©2014

Handmade from twigs by M L SHAW

 

CHILDREN ARE LIKE FLOWERS

 

 

The tiny child placed a seed

In the fertile ground.

He sadly thought he lost his seed

After looking all around!

The season changed,

He played outside,

Can you guess just what he found?

 

By Martha L Shaw ©2018

 

 

REIGN ON ME

Here am I

Kneeling by my window

Mesmerized

By the gently falling rain.

Forgotten thoughts of troubles

Have slipped away

As though washed clean

by the droplets of

what surely must be living water.

Their delicate music sooths my soul

As tiny diamonds fall

Then leap into the air again

Reflecting rays of the hidden sun . . .

Never far away.

My soul rests,

Strengthened and refreshed

And ready for the challenges

Of a new day.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2018

YOU WERE CREATED WITH A PURPOSE

We trampled on the dandylions,

wishing they were gone!

Then, someone saw them anew . . .

and such a fine wine was born!

by Martha L Shaw © 2018