May 4, 2019


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if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

2 Chronicles 7:14 NIV



May 3, 2019

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning. 

– J.B. Priestley –



Joy Needs No Umbrella

April 6, 2019

The sky was growing darker

on a once bright cheery day.

The baby,

once bright and cheery,

feared the darkness and wrath

but I held her close to me

loving her so much.

Her face lit up

and  quickly brightened.

She gave me a kiss and her heart melted into mine.

Where was the once pending storm?

I don’t know or care

then gave the wee one a kiss.

Our love is stronger than any storm . . .

and we drifted off to rest peacefully.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2019



April 2, 2019

Blessed By Darkness and By Light

 God speaks to me 2

If it wasn’t for the storm

Would the dead wood remain standing?

Without its rain,

Would the pond still refresh my thirst?

Would the grass still grow and cushion my footsteps?

Would the garden still feed my body,

Feed my soul?

If it wasn’t for the storm,

Would I still see the sun and feel its warming rays?


By Martha L Shaw – © 2013


March 29, 2019



Sunshine after rain

you were standing at my door

you refresh my soul

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016


My Empty Hands

March 11, 2019



Everything I have seems to be slipping

Through my fingers.

Tangible is so temporary

And things I’ve always valued

Are quickly gone

From my grasp.

I moan,

I weep,

I sing.

For while my hands are empty,

My heart is full.

Your love . . .

My trust in you . . .

Intangible  . . .  real . . . true.

I have nothing

Yet I possess everything.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2013


March 4, 2019

When I was a wee one

I always wanted to visit Nana

and bring her flowers.

Seemed to me she never got any.

As I saw things,

she was always alone, too.

I picked beautiful dandylions for her

and she put them in a water glass on her dining table!

I didn’t know it was a water glass

nor did I know the “flowers” were just weeds.

Nana must not have known what they were either

because she kissed me

and said they were beautiful

just like ME!

By Martha L Shaw © 2019

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