THE CONCERT

April 11, 2019

I closed my eyes,

listened to the music,

and knew it came from You!

My drab day brightened

as the gray mist washed away

by the waves of color

drifted about my heart and soul.

Anxiety was quickly forgotten.

Hope’s brightness easily replaced it

like a love song . . .

while violyn kissed piano

and my soul drifted joyfully

in a dance that will never end.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2019

 

 

 

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IN HIS IMAGE

August 12, 2017

If the rose

Knew only its thorns

Would it still be sweet?

By Martha L Shaw ©8-24-2015 

Words and Image

By Martha L Shaw – ©  7–7-2015


POETRY IN MOTION

October 21, 2016

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BEAUTY IS EVERYWHERE By Martha L Shaw ©2016

 


Sightless?

May 13, 2016

It saddens me to meet so many

needlessly blind people.

Oh,

they are not exactly sightless,

but

true vision comes from deep within

the heart.

 

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

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Which Rock Rules Your Life?

March 6, 2013

I just heard on the news that my birthstone, the garnet, is said to bring me luck and prosperity.  I don’t own one.  I briefly thought I wish I could afford to shop.  Life hurts just now, figuratively and literally, and luck and prosperity initially sounded great.  But what is luck?  Do I want it?  What is prosperity?  Could it be that I already have it?

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So, these pretty baubles . . . are they life changing?  Are these images of my rock?  Yesterday as I sat eating lunch and found the difficulties of my day weighing on me, I found myself meditating on the name of Jesus.  Unconsciously, I gazed out the window.  What I saw brought tears to my eyes and while it didn’t change the weight of challenges I faced, it did at the same time lighten my load.  Sounds contradictory, doesn’t it?  It’s not.  What I saw in the bushes outside my window was a vision of Jesus kneeling and praying and He spoke to my heart that He prayed for me.  He is my rock.  My load was still heavy, but I was reminded once again that I did not hold it alone.  No ring on my finger could do that.

Jesus kneeling

He said:“The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;

2 Samuel 22:1-3


Saturday Quote of the Day!

December 8, 2012

And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see – it is, rather, a light by which we may see – and what we see is life.  – Robert Penn Warren –

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Oh, I love this!  I have always seen the world as poetry even before I was a poet, though my love affair with expressing myself this way began before I started first grade.  Whether you are a poet or a lover of poetry, what a blessing it is to see the world through this lens!


My Cross – My Answered Prayer

September 19, 2012

 

I woke up feeling sad the other day.  Much of my life feels and truly is better than it has ever been, but there are one or two challenges which weigh me down no matter how I try to surrender them . . . since I keep picking them back up.  So, I was laying in bed praying for stronger faith and praying for the ability to feel the peace of Christ which I know lives deep within me.  My eyes were closed.  It was early in the morning and still dark out.  As I felt peace in my soul and my body, I opened my eyes and as I simply gazed up at the bedroom ceiling, there before my eyes was a cross.  What I saw was a simple shape formed from what clearly were two pieces of rough wood.  I closed my eyes and opened them again wondering how this could be?  My ceiling is simply white and the sun wasn’t up yet.  I hadn’t turned on any lights.  There was nothing reflecting light in my eyes and causing a shadow or any kind.  I looked around the room wondering how this vision could appear this way.  Then I realized it could only do so because the Lord caused it.  It was the answer to my prayer.  It was clearly a reminded I could see as well as feel of His love.  I got up and faced the day.

Last night I had trouble getting to sleep.  My human weakness seems to loom large in my mind and sleep wouldn’t come.  So, I was in my bed trying not to “think” and trying to focus on my prayers and trying to think of something or someone aside from myself.  I was distracted by worry.  I closed my eyes and seeked Him . . . I couldn’t hear His voice.  I opened my eyes and there once again was the exact same vision of a cross before my eyes.  EXACTLY THE SAME even though the light conditions were different, my position was different.  No way to explain it away in a logical human way.  He was with me and He did answer my prayer once again.  His love was and is the only answer needed. 

 


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