BLESSINGS! NEVER FAR AWAY

 

Ah,

My screened porch,

You,

me,

coffee,

my puppy . . .

Glorious autumn weather

does not betray 

the stormy, rainy days

that now have passed us by.

They are simply replaced by blessings!

By Martha L Shaw – ©2018

 

 

 

 

THE BREAK THROUGH!

HOPE RISING

He’s Got This

 

The rain continues to pour

As darkness claims the sky

But

I looked up

And saw through a crack in a cloud

That the sun is still near.

Hope rises.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2014

ENCOURAGEMENT DURING THE STORM

Seasons Do Change

As the choir sang

In my personal sanctuary

I heard the last bits of the rains of yesterday

Drip from the roof deck above.

Tiny bits of pollen in the air

Caused an itch

Or the occasional twitch,

But brought as well a reminder

Of the coming of spring.

It won’t be long, now.

By Martha L Shaw – ©2014

HAPPINESS IS A DECISION WE MAKE!

As a girl from the northeast living in the south, I had to  get used to beautiful days suddenly without warning being hit by thunderstorms!  Bummed me out at first, then I caught on that storms pass and I am refreshed!  This is true of metaphorical storms as well!

My Choice

Thunderous applause

reaches me from the sky.

Some call it a storm

but I call it joy

in the wonders yet to come!

By Martha L Shaw – ©  2015

WINDY DAYS

Faith,

like the wind,

blows me in unexpected directions

yet blesses . . .

By Martha L Shaw – © 1-12-2016

 

When I Stray

In the night

I gazed at the light streaked sky

before the raindrops even touched me . . .

Already concerned about damaging winds

which never came my way.

By Martha L Shaw ©9-25-2015

Thoughts Over Morning Coffee – On Stormy Weather

The glow of Sunday’s hope filled shining rays is replaced by the foggy gloom of Monday’s promised storm. The key is listening to the heart which knows with certainty that He is still in it. – Martha L Shaw THOUGHTS OVER MORNING COFFEE

Faith Rises

 

Stormy days . . .

There have been many.

I hunger for the sun,

Yet see only clouds.

I seek rest,

Yet the whistling of the wind

And drum beats of the rain

Form an angry orchestra against my window

And become all I hear

Until . . .

I find strength to rise

And hear the sweet sound

Of birds singing in the storm!

Loud and clear,

Sweet and triumphant!

If such tiny birds can still find

a song in their hearts to share,

then so can I!

by Martha L Shaw – © 6-30-2013

Six Word Saturday

Storm?  He brought me through it!

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