Blessed By Indifference

March 3, 2017

Warm thoughts

on a frigid day

do not raise the temperature.

But instead,

make me indifferent to it!

By Martha L Shaw © 2015


February 18, 2017


I took a stroll

On a clear day.

Passing a brook,

I bent to pick up a stone

And tossed it in

And OH the ripples

Spread far and wide

From that one small gesture.


By Martha L Shaw – © 2017 – words and image



February 18, 2017


Love is not a word to translate

But rather the joining of two hearts,

Two souls as one.

It transcends all differences,

For they become blessings.

If we believe in Love,

We change the world

One heart at a time!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017


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February 16, 2017


I awakened to clouds

Hindering the sunshine

From lifting my spirits

As I approached the new day.


I sipped morning tea

In my quiet place

Saying nothing.

I heard only

The soft restful breaths

From my pup

Who snuggled close to me

And feared nothing.

I found my heart

And soul awakening finally

Then a bit of morning light

Caught my eye

As a bird called out

To her hungry wee ones.

A duet of fluttering wings

Met fluttering leaves

And the last of the raindrops

Rippled on the ground.

There is always beauty to be found.

New days meet new opportunities.

To find, we must

Seek, smile, and give thanks!

I did.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017




February 1, 2017

Around The Corner

The path,

this sacred journey,

is filled with sharp turns .. .

corners around which we cannot see,

but oh, the beauty He has placed there

just waiting for us!

Keep moving forward

with Him!

By Martha L Shaw © 2015  Words and Pictures

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January 25, 2017

Seeking answers,

seeing none,

I look to the left

and look to the right.

My feet are still leaden.

I hear a bird call

and glancing up,

I understand.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017

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Watch Where You’re Going!

January 17, 2017



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,


But I swept and wept

And felt left out.


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

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