March 23, 2017

I needed to be near you . . .

I chose this cathedral . . .

I heard the choir sing . . .

Your presence was unmistakable . . .

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017

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When I Stray

September 25, 2015

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


Sunday Post: Captivating

March 3, 2013


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Like the earth around me,

Often seems hard,



Where is the rain?

Where is the fruit for which I hunger?


But when you squeeze my hand;

I am reminded that I walk this path

Not alone but with you.


I am enchanted!

The Light in your eyes

Illuminates my world anew.

I hear you  . . . I see you . . .

in the flora and fauna . . .

in all that surrounds me.

How could I have failed to see?

These human eyes,

Why do they betray me?

As I gaze into yours,

I see myself

Changed by your love.

I am captivated by the opportunities

Suddenly my own,

By the beauty you’ve laid before me.

I wonder,

How could I so long have missed it?

By Martha L Shaw  – words and pictures © 3-2-2013

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Heart and Sole

January 23, 2013

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My feet hurt.

The shoes don’t fit properly,

But it’s cold

And so I keep them on

And stumble further along the path.

I stop to rest

But am fearful of removing them

Even for a moment

For the pain

Upon rising

Shod once more

Will be even more intense.

As I rest,

An older man passes me

Slowly and resolutely

He plunders ahead.

I notice how old and tattered his shoes are

And realize with a start

That his painful journey

Has been so much longer than mine.

I say a prayer for both of us.

By Martha L Shaw – © 1-23-2013

When The Light Grew Dim

December 17, 2012

As I started along the path with you

the light was so bright

and there was a gentle breeze

whisking me along the path

at a gentle skip.

Night came

and the air chilled.

The way grew dark and I couldn’t see you near me,

but I knew you were there still.

As the darkness lingered,

I was less certain . . .

I couldn’t feel your hand in mine

and the sound of your breathing

was lost to the night sounds

from wildlife lurking near.

I thought my heart would stop for sure,

but then the moon began to glow brightly

with the promise of rest

to strengthen me for

a new day.

By Martha L Shaw Copyright 12-17-2012


The Pathway – Thoughts And A Quote For Wednesday

October 23, 2012

I’m on a path with Christ.  You are too, right?  So, sometimes the way is rough and I can’t see where I’m going and am not sure how the challenges will work out . . . I get so caught up in the worrying and yet, Jesus is with me and has a solution.  He had one before I was in the “fix” I’m in and His being with me all the time?  Wow, how AWESOME!  You know?  I know you do.  So, why this babbling?  Yup,  another quote and it got me thinking.  Traveling the path with Jesus . . . . it’s like those Sunday drives we went on when I was a little girl.  Yes, at the end of the drive we got an ice cream cone, but along the way we had a lovely time driving and seeing pretty things, talking, singing, playing games as we went . . . I loved my ice cream – usually pistachio in a cone.  Know what though?  The afternoon driving about . . . the journey, or path if you will . . . it’s that part which comes to mind again and again and means so much to me even now.  Why then do I worry and stress about the path with Jesus?  I’m safe.  He loves me.  The journey is a blessing!  I’m with Him and He loves me!  Here’s the quote that got me thinking:

Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but a manner of traveling. –Margaret Lee Runbeck-

Why Do I Love Him? Saturday Quote

October 12, 2012

This is why . . .  it is also why I write . . . why I am a poet . . . why I am an artist . . . why I share and teach and give testimony.  It is why I hunger for more of Him. With Him, the flood waters, the raging fire, all the trials I walk through can also be times of rejoicing and filled with beauty if I but look on them with the eyes of my heart and feeling His hand in mine.

The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms. – Thich Nhat Hanh –

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