Hope Rises

February 24, 2018

 My bread dough rises like the sun

In a cold unleavened sky.

My heart is warmed,

My hands reaching out

To prepare the loaf it will become,

To bake,

To break,

To share.

By Martha L Shaw – ©  1-2015

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YOUR VALUES

January 10, 2018

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There is an argument about whether one person’s insulted over $1,000 because another received $1,000,000. As I considered how HUGELY I’d appreciate 1,000 or 100.00 . . . I saw a face light up over the loaf of bread I baked him . . .lives have been changed over a loaf or a fish. – Martha L Shaw ©2018 words and image


TREATS!

December 6, 2017

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REFLECTED BLESSINGS!

June 28, 2017

We cannot have shadows in the darkness.

So, if you see one on a rainy day,

and you cannot find the sun,

that sunny brightness

MUST be reflected from you!

You are blessed!

Be a blessing to others!

By Martha L Shaw –  ©2017

 

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DADDY’S LOVE – ABBA’S SERVANT

June 13, 2017

 

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

 

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SHARE YOUR HEART

March 20, 2017

 

 

Joy was a snowflake

Caught in my hand.

Alas,

I held it too close

And it melted.

Joy was a daisy

I picked in the morn.

Tucked in my pocket,

Its petals were lost.

Joy was a smile

You placed in my heart.

I shared it with a friend.

Its warmth glows on!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017

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Hope Rises

February 24, 2017

 My bread dough rises like the sun

In a cold unleavened sky.

My heart is warmed,

My hands reaching out

To prepare the loaf it will become,

To bake,

To break,

To share.

By Martha L Shaw – ©  1-2015

portuguese bread


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