Watch Where You’re Going!

January 17, 2017

NEW IN TOWN

Blessed

I heard about you and became curious.

You sounded unlike any other.

I heard rumor of invitations

“get to know you”

And watched the mailbox closely,

Never noticing you stood nearby gazing at me,

but no mail came.

On my morning stroll I saw

The letter carrier pass the park bench.

“Did my invitation come today?”

I wondered?

No, only more worries.

I returned home,

Never seeing your gaze into my eyes

As you tapped the park bench.

What’s wrong with me?

My soul cried out,

As I stood pulling weeds in my front yard.

You called “Martha!”

But I worked on.

I swept the debris by my door

As you called out again,

Louder,

But I swept and wept

And felt left out.

Suddenly,

A hand grabbed my wrist,

And with a start

I tugged it back and looked up.

“Martha!  Why do you weep?”

“ . . . but you never wanted me.”

“I’ve kept near you all these days”

You assured me,

“but you never met my eyes.”

This time I did.

I saw such love there.

You spoke again saying

“Come and follow me!”

I dropped my rake and followed you home.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017


January 16, 2017

EVEN ME

 

Our Lord came,

Born to peasants,

He did chores,

Grew up, chose a few easily overlooked helpers,

And opened the gates of heaven

For generations of us sinners.

He has a special purpose

For each of us.

Ask, listen, believe!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017

 

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MY HOMECOMING

January 16, 2017

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Oh, the search, so far and wide
For changing leaves or changing tide.
 
A mansion on a hill so high,
Or sleeping bag beneath the sky?
 
The road, so long with many lanes . . .     
At times by foot but oft by planes.
 
Will my journey ever end?
Or, will another cloud descend?
 
Then, looking in your eyes I knew,
And every doubt suddenly flew!
 
For home is not a place apart,
But somewhere deep within the heart.
 
By Martha L Shaw ©2014

 

 


Awakened – A Haiku

January 10, 2017

So long I feared thorns

Sadly to then miss the rose

Nestled in their midst

By Martha L Shaw – © 2015

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CHOOSE JOY! – IT’S CONTAGEOUS!

January 6, 2017

When I was a child, I loved laying in the grass looking up at the sky . . . I thought of who else, in some distant place, might be sharing it with me.  Birds flew about tweeting and I wondered what they said..  When clouds came in, I thought not of storms but of the interesting shapes . . . “that one looks like a bear!”  Even when it rained, I loved watching the droplets bounce off surfaces looking like tiny mirrors reflecting a world that fascinated me.

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Clouds over my head

Whisper opportunity

Gentle wisps of change

By Martha L Shaw – © 2015

 


Lasting Gift

December 8, 2016

My treasure

is something which can’t be bought.

It can only be shared

as a ray of Son

shining from my heart and soul

to yours.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

 

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Seek Directions

November 23, 2016

Anticipation or dread . . .

You chaRge the beating of my heart

and set my eager feet in motion,

but which way points the compass?

By Martha L Shaw – ©2016

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