July 31, 2018

It began . . .

An ordinary day.


I heard the sounds of peace and passion.

A duet that at once caught my breath

while also wrapping me in streams of gold.

My heart . soul

Were fed as never before.

Should I dance or cry or laugh

Or indulge

In a banquet

Of all three

and more.

Music so sweet and gentle

Then suddenly it grew in magnitude

And repainted the landscape.

A love


Wrapped in a bow.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2018





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

portuguese bread

The Sleeper Awakens!

August 17, 2013


I swing far!

Going in circles . . . . .

Life goes up

And down

And spins out of control

And the string gets tangled

And ultimately

I reach my long-awaited . . .

Ever so desired . . . .

Thought never to be found . . .


Then, and only then . . .

Do I discover it was the very place

It all began . . .

A place I had never really left .  . .

I am in your hand.

-By Martha L Shaw © 8-16-2013

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