His Garden

December 14, 2017

The gate was open.

I could feel the gentle breeze beckoning me.

I heard the choir sing.

Were they birds or angels . . .

it mattered not.

The beauty of His grace at once

brought me rest and excited me!

I stepped inside . . .

By Martha L Shaw – ©2015

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FEELING THE LOVE . . .

December 12, 2017

The old quilt . . .

Its softness is enhanced

By age and use.

Its colors faded by the light of many days,

And its fibers show wear

Yet its beauty is all I see,

All I feel,

And all I know.

Its story is one of patience

And of time and effort.

It  contains both pain and pleasure.

The fabrics of many lives intertwined

To become one . . .

It is not one story,

But rather generations of stories

Shared by the fire,

Told over tea,

Revealed as fine thread

Wove scraps of many lives

Into something too beautiful not to share.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2013

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HOPE’S MORNING RAYS

December 9, 2017

 

The house is quiet.

It is early morning

And the moon is handing the reins to the sun.

The illusion of darkness fades

As the breath of a new day

Fills my heart and soul.

“Good Morning” Hope seems to say.

I rise.

 

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

 

 

 

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NOT JUST AN ORDINARY DAY!

December 8, 2017

It Began Like Every Other Day . . . But Then

Jesus

A simple peasant girl

Answered yes

To a question

Which surely shocked her

And the world was changed

Forever.

Thanks, Mary.

By Martha L Shaw – ©2013


LOST AND FOUND

December 5, 2017

I came to realize that I was lost where I had always been.

  In relocating, I found myself . . . 

By Martha L Shaw ©2017

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Morning. . .Tea . . . Back Porch

December 4, 2017

HIS CARESS

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Is it just the breeze

Or the brush of angel’s wings

Which refresh my soul

And bring me such peace?

 

By Martha L Shaw ©2015


CALLING ALL POETS!

December 1, 2017

The following quote may be true for some but not for me!   Seeing and hearing and feeling the world as a poet is,for me, a HUGE blessing.  FELLOW POETS, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

 

Quote:

poets. have
the toughest job
in the universe-

of turning silence
into eloquence.

– Sanober Khan –

 

 


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