December 2011 Blog:
The Future Is Now
2012, about to happen, sounds like science fiction to me.
I feal like the years have joined a rocket powered race
ever since 2000 arrived.
Since I can't slow down the clock, I try to savor the moment.
Right now, I'm writing this out on my porch. It's 79°, The babbling
fountain, in the yard, is singing along with a slight breeze.
We came home last night at 11 PM and crickets were
proclaiming how beautiful the Christmas lights look.
For all of you in the cold, remember, this is relative
to five months of blazing heat, when you are cool and
calm.
Terry has been working feverishly on updating his web site,
www.signumops.com. It doesn't need New Year's resolutions.
He is very motivated. Amanda has a new web site,
www.hipplayground.com. She takes after her father. I am full of
ideas for more children's books and poems. Now to get them
from my journal into print or onto the IPad format.
This year's goal of writing 2 blogs a month will have to be
continued. Who knows maybe I will write another one before
2012. Zoom, there's that date again.
I add some poems:
No Limit
Behold
a virgin
shall conceive
There is no limit
to God's creative
miracles
The heavenly hosts
of Angels
praising God
proclaiming the birth
of Jesus
stand waiting
Let your
Yes Lord
fill the earth
with more than enough
of His love
to go around.
Christmas Eyes
Heavy
heavy
heavy
is the heart
of man
As he gazes
on the wars
that rage
around us
Look up
Lite
is the heart
that sees
the Light of the
world
That gazes
into the eyes
of the Babe
of Bethlehem
now seated
in His Glory
Ready to dispatch
thousands
of Heavenly beings
armed with the
rarefied elixir
of His love
To open the eyes
of the blind
and dust with gold
the joyful captives
Set free
to drink in beauty
and celebrate
the Christ
the Lord of Glory
Today
and soon to be
forever more.
A Celebration Psalm
Jesus
For those I love
I thank you
For resources to give
and days of celebration
I thank you
You are the Babe
of Bethlehem
my pattern of reliance
on the Father's care
You are the resting place
of Holiness
gentle as a Dove
You are compassions source
with eyes of love
You are the bearer of all sin
knowing full well
it's consequences
Now You live in me
You reign on high
You prepare eternity
You with lightning speed
and unlimited power
are coming quickly
soon
Just in time.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Snippets and Poems
November 2011 Blog.
Snippets and Poems
While writing in my journal during my
morning quiet time. I jot down what I
like to call "snippets of Scriptures".
Here are a few from this November.
Psalms 119: Blessed are they who
...seek Him with all their hearts. They do
nothing wrong.
Isaiah 43:... Forget the former things,
do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing
a new thing.
James 4:...come near to God and He will
come near to you...
A poem written this month:
Gentle Savior
If God seems distant
out of reach
Try a step
in His direction
He is not pushy
or demanding
but patient
and kind
He has promised
to never leave
You are not
an orphan
Sonship
is but a
Yes Lord
away
Welcome His Spirit
Life will be
increasingly better
As His best
is yet to come
1 John 2 :,,, remain in Him,,,
John 14,, the Spirit of truth,,, except Him...
know Him .. The Holy Spirit... Will teach you
all things..
Psalms 103: Praise the Lord.. Who satisfies.
your desires with good things.. Abounding in love..
Come To Me
Bright diamonds
the largest and rarest
found on earth
Cobblestones
decorative embellishments
in comparison
to the treasures of Heaven
God's personal Hope chest
filled to overflowing
More and more
accumulating daily
in preparation
As the last and greatest
times in time
race to fulfill
His open arms.
Isaiah 55: Come all you who are thirsty
.. Your soul will delight in the richest of fare
... come to Me...
Snippets and Poems
While writing in my journal during my
morning quiet time. I jot down what I
like to call "snippets of Scriptures".
Here are a few from this November.
Psalms 119: Blessed are they who
...seek Him with all their hearts. They do
nothing wrong.
Isaiah 43:... Forget the former things,
do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing
a new thing.
James 4:...come near to God and He will
come near to you...
A poem written this month:
Gentle Savior
If God seems distant
out of reach
Try a step
in His direction
He is not pushy
or demanding
but patient
and kind
He has promised
to never leave
You are not
an orphan
Sonship
is but a
Yes Lord
away
Welcome His Spirit
Life will be
increasingly better
As His best
is yet to come
1 John 2 :,,, remain in Him,,,
John 14,, the Spirit of truth,,, except Him...
know Him .. The Holy Spirit... Will teach you
all things..
Psalms 103: Praise the Lord.. Who satisfies.
your desires with good things.. Abounding in love..
Come To Me
Bright diamonds
the largest and rarest
found on earth
Cobblestones
decorative embellishments
in comparison
to the treasures of Heaven
God's personal Hope chest
filled to overflowing
More and more
accumulating daily
in preparation
As the last and greatest
times in time
race to fulfill
His open arms.
Isaiah 55: Come all you who are thirsty
.. Your soul will delight in the richest of fare
... come to Me...
Friday, October 28, 2011
Fall in Florida
Oct. 2011 Blog #2
Fall in Florida
October is a grand month for Florida,
a break from the oppressive heat of summer.
It is downright invigorating. Terry and I go to a local park,
with a track and walk in the evening.
We did get a surprisingly strong wind event.
Even the weather channel was caught off guard.
Our granddaughter Alexis and I played games by candlelight.
She thought it a grand adventure.
Having sat through numerous hurricanes, this storm
had all of the marks of a week one. Including a period
of calm that resembled an eye.
Peace like a River flows through these days and I must remember
to constantly walk in thanksgiving. Even if it's official date
is a month away.
I am up to July 2009 in transferring poems from journals
on to the computer. I decided to look at one of my old
journals for some of my writings from October of 2008.
My father was still alive then and I found
an entry that I had sent to him. Here is a copy.
Happy Birthday Dad
A promise of long life
was given in the Book
long ago
It's definition varied
from age to age
place to place
For you Dad
long life has been measured
salted with care
and spiced with love
Your race through life
has demonstrated
a faithful son
caring brother
loving husband
great friend
loyal worker
best loved father
providing laughter
and fun filled adventures
I remember another wise man
who spoke of what your life
has demonstrated
Preach often
and when necessary
use words
Through your honesty
you taught me
Through unfailing love
I learned to obey
Now you have shown
how to accept the care
of those whose help I need
who love in sickness
and in health
Dad
you are my inspiration
to finish well.
I include two more poems written in Oct. 2008.
You Need Not Fear
Many came to the mountain
and saw the cloud descend
God's power and presence
appearing to those
He had chosen
As the earth shook
and the voice of the trumpet
blasted
Fear took hold
Only Moses was ready
to listen
He alone had talked with
the Almighty
Only Moses
out of all who were called
climbed on up
to face the God
of power immeasurable
Fear not
the Angel said
as shepherds stood watch
one night
As God's glory came
to earth as a man
Fear not
Christ spoke to those
who gathered in hiding
after death had challenged
what God alone
could bring to life
Resurrection's peace foretold
Standing scarred
before His chosen band
He breathed on them
As even now
this Holy breath
this Spirit Man
will guide and keep all those
who like Moses
choose to climb the mountain
and listen
face to face
to hear God's plan today
No enemy can overcome
what placed inside of Christ
is kept secure forever
Revelation's plan revealed
to those who have hearing tuned
to be still and know
this God
this Holy Spirit
who enters into man.
What Will Be
Future
invading flesh and blood
creating new thoughts
exquisite gems
coverings of gold
Music
that opens portholes
into realms of
opulent praise
Songs
that bring the face
of Jesus
Love full vintage wine
flowing
available
for those who are
poor in spirit
To drink
then teeter on
careening into fathoms
of the miraculous
Their minds awakened
to speak the word of God
To reach out
and supersede
insipid
Revealing gasps of
truly truly
how God can enter
into the heart
of man.
Fall in Florida
October is a grand month for Florida,
a break from the oppressive heat of summer.
It is downright invigorating. Terry and I go to a local park,
with a track and walk in the evening.
We did get a surprisingly strong wind event.
Even the weather channel was caught off guard.
Our granddaughter Alexis and I played games by candlelight.
She thought it a grand adventure.
Having sat through numerous hurricanes, this storm
had all of the marks of a week one. Including a period
of calm that resembled an eye.
Peace like a River flows through these days and I must remember
to constantly walk in thanksgiving. Even if it's official date
is a month away.
I am up to July 2009 in transferring poems from journals
on to the computer. I decided to look at one of my old
journals for some of my writings from October of 2008.
My father was still alive then and I found
an entry that I had sent to him. Here is a copy.
Happy Birthday Dad
A promise of long life
was given in the Book
long ago
It's definition varied
from age to age
place to place
For you Dad
long life has been measured
salted with care
and spiced with love
Your race through life
has demonstrated
a faithful son
caring brother
loving husband
great friend
loyal worker
best loved father
providing laughter
and fun filled adventures
I remember another wise man
who spoke of what your life
has demonstrated
Preach often
and when necessary
use words
Through your honesty
you taught me
Through unfailing love
I learned to obey
Now you have shown
how to accept the care
of those whose help I need
who love in sickness
and in health
Dad
you are my inspiration
to finish well.
I include two more poems written in Oct. 2008.
You Need Not Fear
Many came to the mountain
and saw the cloud descend
God's power and presence
appearing to those
He had chosen
As the earth shook
and the voice of the trumpet
blasted
Fear took hold
Only Moses was ready
to listen
He alone had talked with
the Almighty
Only Moses
out of all who were called
climbed on up
to face the God
of power immeasurable
Fear not
the Angel said
as shepherds stood watch
one night
As God's glory came
to earth as a man
Fear not
Christ spoke to those
who gathered in hiding
after death had challenged
what God alone
could bring to life
Resurrection's peace foretold
Standing scarred
before His chosen band
He breathed on them
As even now
this Holy breath
this Spirit Man
will guide and keep all those
who like Moses
choose to climb the mountain
and listen
face to face
to hear God's plan today
No enemy can overcome
what placed inside of Christ
is kept secure forever
Revelation's plan revealed
to those who have hearing tuned
to be still and know
this God
this Holy Spirit
who enters into man.
What Will Be
Future
invading flesh and blood
creating new thoughts
exquisite gems
coverings of gold
Music
that opens portholes
into realms of
opulent praise
Songs
that bring the face
of Jesus
Love full vintage wine
flowing
available
for those who are
poor in spirit
To drink
then teeter on
careening into fathoms
of the miraculous
Their minds awakened
to speak the word of God
To reach out
and supersede
insipid
Revealing gasps of
truly truly
how God can enter
into the heart
of man.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Punctuation Marks
Sept. 2011 Blog. # 2
(O.K., it's October, lightning knocked out our Internet )
and we are just now able to access it again.
Punctuation Marks
September has flown by. It has had a few punctuation marks.
Terry bought me a new lap top computer with all new software.
All new, different! Words that strike fear into a technology phobic.
I decided to stay positive and think of it as getting to know a new
"friend". If you are reading this successfully uploaded blog., This
means we have become "friends".
An exciting point in the month was a stay at Orange Lake Resort
near Disney, with Amanda and family. This was a business stay
for her. She reviews resorts for her web. site at, www.disneyeveryday.com.
Our stay was all good, our suite, the zero entry walk in pool, floating down
the lazy river, great dining, and Terry and I sitting by the pool watching
the full moon rise.
Terry's birthday was a huge success at his favorite restaurant, Texas de Brazil.
We were six in a semi private meeting room, waited on like royalty.
So the continued heat of a Florida September was not overpoweringly oppressive
after all.
The seasons march on and assurance of cool breezes, even in Florida,
match up with the promise of God, that His Kingdom is without end.
I add some of my poems.
A Glimpse Enough
From time to time
God pulls out
all the stops
with His color palette
From tiny birds
too long tailed parrots
from fields and meadows
to desert plains
In Praise
I wish to do the same
In dance
and song and verse
to proclaim His beauty
poured out
not just for a season
His promise placed for us
His beauty unimagined
I give to Him all praise
In faith
the knowing that
His promises
he keeps
The empty tomb
reverberating
no separation now
remains.
This Tongue to Tell
You are
a mighty stream
flowing with love
for all people
A tower of strength
a raft of safety
propelling us on
to a better place
Your mantle
covers
as the winds rage
You are shelter
in every storm
Your name is power
sending the enemy
to flight
Flow Holy Spirit
wash away deception
bring clarity to our minds
mingle our tears
with Your Holy wine
Make us glad
knowing that You
have provided the way
That our dwelling
will be with You
Unimagined pleasure
through your hand
As living epistles
Christ in us
with us
now and evermore.
Fire Fall
God's breath
it strips off all the flesh
leaving the part
that is more than
just skin deep.
What Was That
A leap of faith
much different
than an average walk
Those who leap
stand out
get to new destinations
provide pleasure
for the King
Attracting attention
as they point
to the Heavens.
Lowly Acts
The know it all
too soon will fall
'cause knowing
keeps on growing
Perpetual study
keeps one
from appearing nutty
as a know it all
Some
never get to
where they know
that they are
now it alls
Then there's the rare
who knows he never will
know everything
there is to know
Yet finds that if
he goes ahead
and activates his knows
Wisdom sprinkles in
and just knowing
what he can
and doing
leads to revelation
for the greater good
Even for the know it alls
who fall behind
when measured
side-by-side
with those who work
with what they do know
There is hope
As the rare
who knows he never will
humbly walks
and shows the rarest form
of doing
without any
showing off
of how it's done.
(O.K., it's October, lightning knocked out our Internet )
and we are just now able to access it again.
Punctuation Marks
September has flown by. It has had a few punctuation marks.
Terry bought me a new lap top computer with all new software.
All new, different! Words that strike fear into a technology phobic.
I decided to stay positive and think of it as getting to know a new
"friend". If you are reading this successfully uploaded blog., This
means we have become "friends".
An exciting point in the month was a stay at Orange Lake Resort
near Disney, with Amanda and family. This was a business stay
for her. She reviews resorts for her web. site at, www.disneyeveryday.com.
Our stay was all good, our suite, the zero entry walk in pool, floating down
the lazy river, great dining, and Terry and I sitting by the pool watching
the full moon rise.
Terry's birthday was a huge success at his favorite restaurant, Texas de Brazil.
We were six in a semi private meeting room, waited on like royalty.
So the continued heat of a Florida September was not overpoweringly oppressive
after all.
The seasons march on and assurance of cool breezes, even in Florida,
match up with the promise of God, that His Kingdom is without end.
I add some of my poems.
A Glimpse Enough
From time to time
God pulls out
all the stops
with His color palette
From tiny birds
too long tailed parrots
from fields and meadows
to desert plains
In Praise
I wish to do the same
In dance
and song and verse
to proclaim His beauty
poured out
not just for a season
His promise placed for us
His beauty unimagined
I give to Him all praise
In faith
the knowing that
His promises
he keeps
The empty tomb
reverberating
no separation now
remains.
This Tongue to Tell
You are
a mighty stream
flowing with love
for all people
A tower of strength
a raft of safety
propelling us on
to a better place
Your mantle
covers
as the winds rage
You are shelter
in every storm
Your name is power
sending the enemy
to flight
Flow Holy Spirit
wash away deception
bring clarity to our minds
mingle our tears
with Your Holy wine
Make us glad
knowing that You
have provided the way
That our dwelling
will be with You
Unimagined pleasure
through your hand
As living epistles
Christ in us
with us
now and evermore.
Fire Fall
God's breath
it strips off all the flesh
leaving the part
that is more than
just skin deep.
What Was That
A leap of faith
much different
than an average walk
Those who leap
stand out
get to new destinations
provide pleasure
for the King
Attracting attention
as they point
to the Heavens.
Lowly Acts
The know it all
too soon will fall
'cause knowing
keeps on growing
Perpetual study
keeps one
from appearing nutty
as a know it all
Some
never get to
where they know
that they are
now it alls
Then there's the rare
who knows he never will
know everything
there is to know
Yet finds that if
he goes ahead
and activates his knows
Wisdom sprinkles in
and just knowing
what he can
and doing
leads to revelation
for the greater good
Even for the know it alls
who fall behind
when measured
side-by-side
with those who work
with what they do know
There is hope
As the rare
who knows he never will
humbly walks
and shows the rarest form
of doing
without any
showing off
of how it's done.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
The Trip
Sept. 2011 Blog.
The Trip
The possibility of going to my favorite place
appeared the end of August. They were offering
a half-price availability for the cabins at Blackwater
Falls Park in West Virginia. My daughter Amanda
also loves this forest and offered to take me along.
There were obstacles. First I noticed an infection
in my knee. Since I caught it right away, with
medication it soon cleared up. Then my back broke
out in an odd burning rash. This was diagnosed as
shingles. Next my daughter's Web sites, which she
depends on for income, were sabotaged. This is not
the proper computer term and would take time to repair.
To top it off, there was a hurricane off the East Coast.
Thousands of people were told to evacuate.
To help you understand how much we love this forest
retreat, we went anyway.
Sixteen hours of driving and we were breathing cool
mountain air. Surprisingly there was very little traffic
on the three interstate highways. We did pass convoys
of power and tree trimming trucks headed north.
We stopped at the new River Gorge Bridge to take
pictures of this spectacular span. Next a stop at our
favorite mom and pop cafe near the covered bridge at
Philippe West Virginia. The home cooking is consistently
delicious. My great-grandfather carved his initials on
this bridge during the Civil War.
All of my senses come to life at Blackwater. The smell
of the forest, the sound of the falls and the gurgling of
the little streams. The forest is full of ferns and moss
covered logs. It had rained recently and all kinds of
mushrooms and fungi were popping out for us to
oow-and-aww over.
My twelve-year-old granddaughter Alexus built a fire
in the cabin fireplace and we roasted marshmallows. After
three months of oppressive heat and mosquitoes, it was
wonderful to be able to sit outside on the porch and
just relax. We set up a croquet set in the soft grass
and shade of the front yard. My brother David and niece
Rene drove up from our home town of Parkersburg. It was
reminiscent of good family times playing croquet together.
The four days at the cabin flew by. We soon faced the
sixteen hour drive home. This time the roads were crowded.
We ran into two sections of stop and go traffic. For me,
it was worth it all. I would get back in the car and do it all
again.
Most of the time I am content where I have been planted. Terry
and I celebrated our 41st wedding anniversary yesterday.
It was great to spend the day together. We went to a
favorite lunch spot of mine out on the Cocoa Beach Pier.
We enjoyed watching surfers ride exceptionally large
waves for this area. These were due to another hurricane which
is mercifully staying off shore.
Pleasure can be found at home or in travels. It is God's good
pleasure to be included in every detail of our lives.
I include some of my writings.
Light Bowls
The upper leaves
are bowls
for sunshine
stirred by the wind
then dumped
As day moves into
evening shade
Silver rimed
they dance
and drink in all
the goodness
that the light
does offer
No memory of the storms
of yesterday
no thought of how
the winter winds
may blow
They hold the light
in beauty
seen by only those
whose eyes are lifted
high
Whose thoughts
have spilled enough of
temporal mind
to let light in
To serve as carriers
to spread the light
of love
Given to
what would otherwise be
in this world
without God's love
a Son-less day.
Gathering
As water flows
birds sing
colors continue to display
The mind of man dwells
on smoke and shadows
Concentrate
on what is real
on solid
where beauty can be found
For life is swift
Its flow
when all is said and done
returns unto its maker
To hear well done
or woe is me
Find out
His peace
Let flow
Christ's revelation
Beauty to be recognized
in Glory
spreading throughout
the earth
Reflections of the age
to come
When this mystery
that we call life
joins for all time
to celebrate
God's height
and depth
of love
to dwell with.
Don't Stop
My small house at the base
of an enormous rock face
So smooth no mortal man
could scale its high
My desire
to know the one who dwells
on high
I call out to Him
He drops His words down
from above
I study to know Him better
If I am thirsty in this
barren place
He lowers wineskins
full to overflowing for my thirst
When I'm hungry
bread arrives on ravens wings
I grow to trust
the one who dwells above
A harness like yoke is lowered
Dare I strap it on
What if I should fall
Death or even worse
a painful injury
might be my fate
Time and study of the words
He sends
the more I know
The day arrives when
I think I can
and still a little trepidation
can be felt
I yoke myself into
what the One above provided
I'm raised to heights
I'd never known before
The view of fruit filled valleys
well watered fields of grain
just beyond my knowledge
can be seen
I cry
no more
lower me so I can run and play
and feast on what I now can see
Time goes by
I visit once again
the home before that smooth rock wall
Looking up
I wonder what would I have seen
had I let Him lift me higher still
To my surprise
the harness is still there in tact
I with so little will
of mine alone
strap on this yoke
This time I do not cry to stop
as the life I'd known
stretches out before me
Higher still He lifts me
until the dizzying height
is almost more then I can bear
The quiet still small voice I hear
casts out all fear
Through my veins surges
such a strong desire
I hardly hold my heart from leaping
He swings me round to look into
the face of love perfected
All at once both life and death
seem but innocence reflections
of what no grave on earth
could ever hold
Heaven's mountain top
the face of God
His breath
surrounding me
all that I possess
could not compete
with such delight as this.
The Trip
The possibility of going to my favorite place
appeared the end of August. They were offering
a half-price availability for the cabins at Blackwater
Falls Park in West Virginia. My daughter Amanda
also loves this forest and offered to take me along.
There were obstacles. First I noticed an infection
in my knee. Since I caught it right away, with
medication it soon cleared up. Then my back broke
out in an odd burning rash. This was diagnosed as
shingles. Next my daughter's Web sites, which she
depends on for income, were sabotaged. This is not
the proper computer term and would take time to repair.
To top it off, there was a hurricane off the East Coast.
Thousands of people were told to evacuate.
To help you understand how much we love this forest
retreat, we went anyway.
Sixteen hours of driving and we were breathing cool
mountain air. Surprisingly there was very little traffic
on the three interstate highways. We did pass convoys
of power and tree trimming trucks headed north.
We stopped at the new River Gorge Bridge to take
pictures of this spectacular span. Next a stop at our
favorite mom and pop cafe near the covered bridge at
Philippe West Virginia. The home cooking is consistently
delicious. My great-grandfather carved his initials on
this bridge during the Civil War.
All of my senses come to life at Blackwater. The smell
of the forest, the sound of the falls and the gurgling of
the little streams. The forest is full of ferns and moss
covered logs. It had rained recently and all kinds of
mushrooms and fungi were popping out for us to
oow-and-aww over.
My twelve-year-old granddaughter Alexus built a fire
in the cabin fireplace and we roasted marshmallows. After
three months of oppressive heat and mosquitoes, it was
wonderful to be able to sit outside on the porch and
just relax. We set up a croquet set in the soft grass
and shade of the front yard. My brother David and niece
Rene drove up from our home town of Parkersburg. It was
reminiscent of good family times playing croquet together.
The four days at the cabin flew by. We soon faced the
sixteen hour drive home. This time the roads were crowded.
We ran into two sections of stop and go traffic. For me,
it was worth it all. I would get back in the car and do it all
again.
Most of the time I am content where I have been planted. Terry
and I celebrated our 41st wedding anniversary yesterday.
It was great to spend the day together. We went to a
favorite lunch spot of mine out on the Cocoa Beach Pier.
We enjoyed watching surfers ride exceptionally large
waves for this area. These were due to another hurricane which
is mercifully staying off shore.
Pleasure can be found at home or in travels. It is God's good
pleasure to be included in every detail of our lives.
I include some of my writings.
Light Bowls
The upper leaves
are bowls
for sunshine
stirred by the wind
then dumped
As day moves into
evening shade
Silver rimed
they dance
and drink in all
the goodness
that the light
does offer
No memory of the storms
of yesterday
no thought of how
the winter winds
may blow
They hold the light
in beauty
seen by only those
whose eyes are lifted
high
Whose thoughts
have spilled enough of
temporal mind
to let light in
To serve as carriers
to spread the light
of love
Given to
what would otherwise be
in this world
without God's love
a Son-less day.
Gathering
As water flows
birds sing
colors continue to display
The mind of man dwells
on smoke and shadows
Concentrate
on what is real
on solid
where beauty can be found
For life is swift
Its flow
when all is said and done
returns unto its maker
To hear well done
or woe is me
Find out
His peace
Let flow
Christ's revelation
Beauty to be recognized
in Glory
spreading throughout
the earth
Reflections of the age
to come
When this mystery
that we call life
joins for all time
to celebrate
God's height
and depth
of love
to dwell with.
Don't Stop
My small house at the base
of an enormous rock face
So smooth no mortal man
could scale its high
My desire
to know the one who dwells
on high
I call out to Him
He drops His words down
from above
I study to know Him better
If I am thirsty in this
barren place
He lowers wineskins
full to overflowing for my thirst
When I'm hungry
bread arrives on ravens wings
I grow to trust
the one who dwells above
A harness like yoke is lowered
Dare I strap it on
What if I should fall
Death or even worse
a painful injury
might be my fate
Time and study of the words
He sends
the more I know
The day arrives when
I think I can
and still a little trepidation
can be felt
I yoke myself into
what the One above provided
I'm raised to heights
I'd never known before
The view of fruit filled valleys
well watered fields of grain
just beyond my knowledge
can be seen
I cry
no more
lower me so I can run and play
and feast on what I now can see
Time goes by
I visit once again
the home before that smooth rock wall
Looking up
I wonder what would I have seen
had I let Him lift me higher still
To my surprise
the harness is still there in tact
I with so little will
of mine alone
strap on this yoke
This time I do not cry to stop
as the life I'd known
stretches out before me
Higher still He lifts me
until the dizzying height
is almost more then I can bear
The quiet still small voice I hear
casts out all fear
Through my veins surges
such a strong desire
I hardly hold my heart from leaping
He swings me round to look into
the face of love perfected
All at once both life and death
seem but innocence reflections
of what no grave on earth
could ever hold
Heaven's mountain top
the face of God
His breath
surrounding me
all that I possess
could not compete
with such delight as this.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Questions
August 2011 Blog
Questions
To be honest, when I get to Heaven
I have a lot of questions.
For instance, there was a war in Heaven
and God casts out the Devil/Dragon and
his Angels. That's a good thing.
God casts them down to the Earth. Then
He made man in His image. That's good.
God did this on Earth. It seems to me
that in the whole big universe He might
have had a safer spot for us.
I'm frustrated watching people that I see
day after day who are pain ridden and
crippled not getting fixed/healed.
I want fixed/healed.
I see saintly men and women on TV and
the Internet who pray and people get fixed.
The blind see, the deaf hear and cripples walk.
We need a few of those kinds of saints where
I live.
I'm not giving up. God said to ask, seek, and
knock. Faith comes by hearing. I'm going to
make sure my ears are cleaned out. I'm going
to keep expecting to see God's love and power
flowing close by. Maybe even flowing through
little old me.
John 3:17 God did not send His Son into the
world to condemn the world, but to save the
world through Him.
Mark 16: Go... preach the good news... In my
name place . hands on sick people and they
will get well.
Even Now
Resurrection
from the dead
is not a dinosaur tale
recorded to entertain
Its not an invention
that ghost stories
are made of
Resurrection
is the demonstration
that Almighty God
has chosen
to bring His reality
into lives
that have forgotten
from hence they came
So if you hear reported
that some
not to be left for dead
man or woman
was raised up
to breathe the air
a few days more
Remember
He who thought
to create the dinosaurs
of long ago
will someday come again
and is asking
even now
Will He find faith
on the Earth.
The Lifter of My Head
God is upbeat
not beat up
He has access
to more information
than you
Good and bad news
yet He chooses
to continue onward
and upward
Relying on
perpetual
unstoppable
resources
at His right hand
With an open invitation
for you
to taste and see
that the Lord is good
With mercy and grace
to all
who will come
and in His rest
be fed.
A Hope Chest
The treasure
is among us
Remember
who The Helper is
God knows all things
He reveals them
to those who will
call upon His name
Expect His rich reward
desire His best gifts
He has chosen you
to carry this good news
to all
Who is nearby you.
Questions
To be honest, when I get to Heaven
I have a lot of questions.
For instance, there was a war in Heaven
and God casts out the Devil/Dragon and
his Angels. That's a good thing.
God casts them down to the Earth. Then
He made man in His image. That's good.
God did this on Earth. It seems to me
that in the whole big universe He might
have had a safer spot for us.
I'm frustrated watching people that I see
day after day who are pain ridden and
crippled not getting fixed/healed.
I want fixed/healed.
I see saintly men and women on TV and
the Internet who pray and people get fixed.
The blind see, the deaf hear and cripples walk.
We need a few of those kinds of saints where
I live.
I'm not giving up. God said to ask, seek, and
knock. Faith comes by hearing. I'm going to
make sure my ears are cleaned out. I'm going
to keep expecting to see God's love and power
flowing close by. Maybe even flowing through
little old me.
John 3:17 God did not send His Son into the
world to condemn the world, but to save the
world through Him.
Mark 16: Go... preach the good news... In my
name place . hands on sick people and they
will get well.
Even Now
Resurrection
from the dead
is not a dinosaur tale
recorded to entertain
Its not an invention
that ghost stories
are made of
Resurrection
is the demonstration
that Almighty God
has chosen
to bring His reality
into lives
that have forgotten
from hence they came
So if you hear reported
that some
not to be left for dead
man or woman
was raised up
to breathe the air
a few days more
Remember
He who thought
to create the dinosaurs
of long ago
will someday come again
and is asking
even now
Will He find faith
on the Earth.
The Lifter of My Head
God is upbeat
not beat up
He has access
to more information
than you
Good and bad news
yet He chooses
to continue onward
and upward
Relying on
perpetual
unstoppable
resources
at His right hand
With an open invitation
for you
to taste and see
that the Lord is good
With mercy and grace
to all
who will come
and in His rest
be fed.
A Hope Chest
The treasure
is among us
Remember
who The Helper is
God knows all things
He reveals them
to those who will
call upon His name
Expect His rich reward
desire His best gifts
He has chosen you
to carry this good news
to all
Who is nearby you.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The Luncheon
July 27, 2011 Blog.
The Luncheon
I attended a double birthday luncheon celebration yesterday.
The one birthday gal has survived enough health problems
to fill a whole hospital ward. There she sat at the head of
the table enjoying friends and a fine meal.
Another at the table, a 94-year-old woman, had survived the
bombings and near starvation of World War II in Germany.
She has buried husbands and all of her family. She is
among us as a living trophy of God's faithfulness for the
next generation to see.
The 2nd birthday lady has raised three children alone.
Two of which are special needs boys. They are as well
adjusted as any could be with their disabilities.
For some reason I have struggled to hold more then a
few sentences of conversation with her. On the ride home
she and another lady, who also has carried many of the
world's wounds, were giggling and laughing out loud in the
back seat. They had found some child's toy that had been
left there and were playing together with it. As the birthday
"girl's" spontaneous laughter filled the car. It was like all
of Heaven was partying. The joy was palpable in the car.
I understood that Holy Spirit was unlocking a treasure. A
jewel that I had not recognize in her. I was changed by the
sound of that laughter. I can't wait to see her again.
Some poems to share:
Eat From the Celestial
Deluged by God
Pouring down
jewels of wisdom
knowledge
to make the heartsick
well
His children
running into the pantry
of the loving Father
selecting supersized
containers
filled to overflowing
with purpose
Attention riveted
on flashing
brilliant light
that if focused on
any length of time
will blind them
to impossible
and create
x-ray vision
exposing the
unimaginable
walking at their side
Plugged in saints
with power bars
that last far longer
than 40 day exclusive
round trip fares
Taking them to where
the action never runs out
of more and more
exciting destinations.
From Here to There
Write Your whispered words
of love
on the tablet of my heart
Words that speak
to those You long to draw
to embrace
to pluck from pain
from falling over
the abyss of self
Liquid pools of tears
stored up
saved
not forgotten
in Your tenderness
Create a palette
to paint the image
of Your love
Your words
the essence
of revelatory light
like a sword
piercing frozen minds
Fire to burn
calderizing wounded souls
destined to sit beside
Your throne.
Timeless Thinking
It may be morning here
but somewhere
it is afternoon
You can plan for lunch
or ask the other side
what's been planned for
supper
Time relates to where
you stand
The timeless One
holds all of time together
In His hand
it's time to make
a miracle
To stand with Him
outside of what is now
and feed
and cloth
and rescue
out of His
inexhaustible supply
The plan is not
with complications
or tangled tape
God can use
whatever He has made
or rearrange some DNA
Surprise
remember it is He
who made an Adam.
The Luncheon
I attended a double birthday luncheon celebration yesterday.
The one birthday gal has survived enough health problems
to fill a whole hospital ward. There she sat at the head of
the table enjoying friends and a fine meal.
Another at the table, a 94-year-old woman, had survived the
bombings and near starvation of World War II in Germany.
She has buried husbands and all of her family. She is
among us as a living trophy of God's faithfulness for the
next generation to see.
The 2nd birthday lady has raised three children alone.
Two of which are special needs boys. They are as well
adjusted as any could be with their disabilities.
For some reason I have struggled to hold more then a
few sentences of conversation with her. On the ride home
she and another lady, who also has carried many of the
world's wounds, were giggling and laughing out loud in the
back seat. They had found some child's toy that had been
left there and were playing together with it. As the birthday
"girl's" spontaneous laughter filled the car. It was like all
of Heaven was partying. The joy was palpable in the car.
I understood that Holy Spirit was unlocking a treasure. A
jewel that I had not recognize in her. I was changed by the
sound of that laughter. I can't wait to see her again.
Some poems to share:
Eat From the Celestial
Deluged by God
Pouring down
jewels of wisdom
knowledge
to make the heartsick
well
His children
running into the pantry
of the loving Father
selecting supersized
containers
filled to overflowing
with purpose
Attention riveted
on flashing
brilliant light
that if focused on
any length of time
will blind them
to impossible
and create
x-ray vision
exposing the
unimaginable
walking at their side
Plugged in saints
with power bars
that last far longer
than 40 day exclusive
round trip fares
Taking them to where
the action never runs out
of more and more
exciting destinations.
From Here to There
Write Your whispered words
of love
on the tablet of my heart
Words that speak
to those You long to draw
to embrace
to pluck from pain
from falling over
the abyss of self
Liquid pools of tears
stored up
saved
not forgotten
in Your tenderness
Create a palette
to paint the image
of Your love
Your words
the essence
of revelatory light
like a sword
piercing frozen minds
Fire to burn
calderizing wounded souls
destined to sit beside
Your throne.
Timeless Thinking
It may be morning here
but somewhere
it is afternoon
You can plan for lunch
or ask the other side
what's been planned for
supper
Time relates to where
you stand
The timeless One
holds all of time together
In His hand
it's time to make
a miracle
To stand with Him
outside of what is now
and feed
and cloth
and rescue
out of His
inexhaustible supply
The plan is not
with complications
or tangled tape
God can use
whatever He has made
or rearrange some DNA
Surprise
remember it is He
who made an Adam.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
4th of July Remembrances
Blog. July 4th, 2011
4th of July Remembrances
Growing up my family, like many others, included
pulling out the barbecue grill as one of the 4th of July
traditions.
Mom would be busy in the kitchen icing her
famous chocolate cake and whipping up the batter for
homemade ice cream.
Then there were fireworks at the city park. Usually accompanied
by a lightning display that would outdo the man-made bursts.
One of the best 4th's was spent in New England. A parade
on the streets of some All-American midsize city that I
can't remember the name of. I was around 13 or 14 years old.
I remember the impressive costumed early colonials, marching
bands and drum corps. It seemed to go on and on. Truly a
display to make one proud to be an American.
Another special 4th was spent on the bank of the Ohio River
near Cincinnati. It was our nation's bicentennial celebration.
The local radio station had synchronized music and broadcast
it with the fireworks display. Our daughter was around eight months
old. She was frightened at first. The many family members
with us were able to reassure her that all was well and that
this was part of the fun festivities.
Then there are the memories of two incidents that were not
so pleasant. On one 4th I managed to be too close to the
hot embers falling. I ended up with a hot ash in my eye.
The pain was excruciating. No permanent damage but after that
I was very careful not to be too close.
Another time, sulfur from a sparkler ended up on my fingernail.
The end of my finger was a flame. It could not be distinguished
and had to burn off. After this I stay clear of sparklers.
This year I will be with my family once again. The day to include
good food and our own fireworks shot out over the lake.
The news media gives a dark future for our blessed nation.
I see many in America who believe that "Under God", all whose
faith leads to obedience, will know Christ's peace, even in the
midst of a storm.
I include some of my writings:
Say Can You See
Once upon a time
in the rockets red glare
The symbol of our freedom
stood waving
over the home of the brave
written and sung about
in the dawn's early light
As generations passed
this flag and its free people
changed
Their simple life
became complex
The threat of more bombs
came
Pray for men of honor
integrity and wisdom
with strength of character
to lead us
Remembering that we
not only battle
those of flesh and blood
That in the spirit realm
age-old enemies
whose hatred reaches
far back
before our founding fathers
wish to destroy the best
of who we are
He who sits about
the circle of the earth
who holds the
balanced scale
is watching
He will come again
triumphant on that day
Will He find us watching
standing in Christ's strength
or captured
buried 'neath
the good life's
wreath.
What Now
America has eaten
the forbidden fruit
munched it to the core
Now they must go out
and face the briars
and brambles
God has not left them
His Spirit is close by
to accept their sorrow
To lead them on
to where the better tree
is planted
provision in their time
of need
As eyes are opened
to what has been lost
Tears will be wiped away
Visions of a better way
be given.
Within His Plan
Change
to be desired
by the young
a change of clothes
of address
a change of partners
Then
as we grow older
change becomes
more difficult
Yesterday's fashion
appears just fine
to us today
The thought of moving
pains us
We've grown content
with those we love
Ironically
the biggest change
is yet to come
For every man
there is a season
and an hourglass
of time
to run its course
This final change
no mortal man
can plan out
for himself
Eternity
is written
in Christ's blood
His signature
must be found
upon our heads
His mark will destin us
to live
within His perfect plan
Without it
torn away
from all that's good
and right
In anguish
set apart
with time to change
no more.
4th of July Remembrances
Growing up my family, like many others, included
pulling out the barbecue grill as one of the 4th of July
traditions.
Mom would be busy in the kitchen icing her
famous chocolate cake and whipping up the batter for
homemade ice cream.
Then there were fireworks at the city park. Usually accompanied
by a lightning display that would outdo the man-made bursts.
One of the best 4th's was spent in New England. A parade
on the streets of some All-American midsize city that I
can't remember the name of. I was around 13 or 14 years old.
I remember the impressive costumed early colonials, marching
bands and drum corps. It seemed to go on and on. Truly a
display to make one proud to be an American.
Another special 4th was spent on the bank of the Ohio River
near Cincinnati. It was our nation's bicentennial celebration.
The local radio station had synchronized music and broadcast
it with the fireworks display. Our daughter was around eight months
old. She was frightened at first. The many family members
with us were able to reassure her that all was well and that
this was part of the fun festivities.
Then there are the memories of two incidents that were not
so pleasant. On one 4th I managed to be too close to the
hot embers falling. I ended up with a hot ash in my eye.
The pain was excruciating. No permanent damage but after that
I was very careful not to be too close.
Another time, sulfur from a sparkler ended up on my fingernail.
The end of my finger was a flame. It could not be distinguished
and had to burn off. After this I stay clear of sparklers.
This year I will be with my family once again. The day to include
good food and our own fireworks shot out over the lake.
The news media gives a dark future for our blessed nation.
I see many in America who believe that "Under God", all whose
faith leads to obedience, will know Christ's peace, even in the
midst of a storm.
I include some of my writings:
Say Can You See
Once upon a time
in the rockets red glare
The symbol of our freedom
stood waving
over the home of the brave
written and sung about
in the dawn's early light
As generations passed
this flag and its free people
changed
Their simple life
became complex
The threat of more bombs
came
Pray for men of honor
integrity and wisdom
with strength of character
to lead us
Remembering that we
not only battle
those of flesh and blood
That in the spirit realm
age-old enemies
whose hatred reaches
far back
before our founding fathers
wish to destroy the best
of who we are
He who sits about
the circle of the earth
who holds the
balanced scale
is watching
He will come again
triumphant on that day
Will He find us watching
standing in Christ's strength
or captured
buried 'neath
the good life's
wreath.
What Now
America has eaten
the forbidden fruit
munched it to the core
Now they must go out
and face the briars
and brambles
God has not left them
His Spirit is close by
to accept their sorrow
To lead them on
to where the better tree
is planted
provision in their time
of need
As eyes are opened
to what has been lost
Tears will be wiped away
Visions of a better way
be given.
Within His Plan
Change
to be desired
by the young
a change of clothes
of address
a change of partners
Then
as we grow older
change becomes
more difficult
Yesterday's fashion
appears just fine
to us today
The thought of moving
pains us
We've grown content
with those we love
Ironically
the biggest change
is yet to come
For every man
there is a season
and an hourglass
of time
to run its course
This final change
no mortal man
can plan out
for himself
Eternity
is written
in Christ's blood
His signature
must be found
upon our heads
His mark will destin us
to live
within His perfect plan
Without it
torn away
from all that's good
and right
In anguish
set apart
with time to change
no more.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Fathers Day
June blog. # 2
Fathers Day
I recently came across a couple of
writings that I sent to my father
before he passed away at 101 years old.
I was most blessed to have had such an
incredible man as my father.
Here are two of my correspondence
with him.
My Father
Fathers are one of the God's
best ideas
Being a father himself
He knows just what
they need
Unlimited patience
a kind of love that can
overlook spilled milk
Wisdom that sees over
childish pleading
yet gives a better gift
then what was asked for
at the time
Dad had it all
He could look that look
that made me run
to please him
And when I'd mess up
big
he stayed close by
to help me pick up
all the pieces
Father God
I take this special day
to thank you for my dad
You picked him out
of all the choices
placed me in his arms
and stood by close
to guide him
Always looking forward
to this place in time
when You look at him
and say
Well done
my good and faithful
servant.
Reflections
My father knew the names
of many trees and plants
I didn't realize that this
was a rare accomplishment
until I went for a walk
in the woods
with my husband
What's that called
I asked
I don't know
said he
What kind of tree is that
How should I know
And so it went
My dad knew them all
by name
And with his sharing
as we walked
his world of not so very
long ago intertwined
with mine
As plants and trees
we walked along
this sharing of what
eyes can see
set roots
placed memories
That miles of separation
can not erase
Dad had given me
eyes to see
that even without
knowing names
walking together
can share
loves eternal seed.
Fathers Day
I recently came across a couple of
writings that I sent to my father
before he passed away at 101 years old.
I was most blessed to have had such an
incredible man as my father.
Here are two of my correspondence
with him.
My Father
Fathers are one of the God's
best ideas
Being a father himself
He knows just what
they need
Unlimited patience
a kind of love that can
overlook spilled milk
Wisdom that sees over
childish pleading
yet gives a better gift
then what was asked for
at the time
Dad had it all
He could look that look
that made me run
to please him
And when I'd mess up
big
he stayed close by
to help me pick up
all the pieces
Father God
I take this special day
to thank you for my dad
You picked him out
of all the choices
placed me in his arms
and stood by close
to guide him
Always looking forward
to this place in time
when You look at him
and say
Well done
my good and faithful
servant.
Reflections
My father knew the names
of many trees and plants
I didn't realize that this
was a rare accomplishment
until I went for a walk
in the woods
with my husband
What's that called
I asked
I don't know
said he
What kind of tree is that
How should I know
And so it went
My dad knew them all
by name
And with his sharing
as we walked
his world of not so very
long ago intertwined
with mine
As plants and trees
we walked along
this sharing of what
eyes can see
set roots
placed memories
That miles of separation
can not erase
Dad had given me
eyes to see
that even without
knowing names
walking together
can share
loves eternal seed.
FATHERS DAY
June blog. # 2
Fathers Day
I recently came across a couple of
writings that I sent to my father
before he passed away at 101 years old.
I was most blessed to have had such an
incredible man as my father.
Here are two of my correspondence
with him.
My Father
Fathers are one of the God's
best ideas
Being a father himself
He knows just what
they need
Unlimited patience
a kind of love that can
overlook spilled milk
Wisdom that sees over
childish pleading
yet gives a better gift
then what was asked for
at the time
Dad had it all
He could look that look
that made me run
to please him
And when I'd mess up
big
he stayed close by
to help me pick up
all the pieces
Father God
I take this special day
to thank you for my dad
You picked him out
of all the choices
placed me in his arms
and stood by close
to guide him
Always looking forward
to this place in time
when You look at him
and say
Well done
my good and faithful
servant.
Reflections
My father knew the names
of many trees and plants
I didn't realize that this
was a rare accomplishment
until I went for a walk
in the woods
with my husband
What's that called
I asked
I don't know
said he
What kind of tree is that
How should I know
And so it went
My dad knew them all
by name
And with his sharing
as we walked
his world of not so very
long ago intertwined
with mine
As plants and trees
we walked along
this sharing of what
eyes can see
set roots
placed memories
That miles of separation
can not erase
Dad had given me
eyes to see
that even without
knowing names
walking together
can share
loves eternal seed.
Fathers Day
I recently came across a couple of
writings that I sent to my father
before he passed away at 101 years old.
I was most blessed to have had such an
incredible man as my father.
Here are two of my correspondence
with him.
My Father
Fathers are one of the God's
best ideas
Being a father himself
He knows just what
they need
Unlimited patience
a kind of love that can
overlook spilled milk
Wisdom that sees over
childish pleading
yet gives a better gift
then what was asked for
at the time
Dad had it all
He could look that look
that made me run
to please him
And when I'd mess up
big
he stayed close by
to help me pick up
all the pieces
Father God
I take this special day
to thank you for my dad
You picked him out
of all the choices
placed me in his arms
and stood by close
to guide him
Always looking forward
to this place in time
when You look at him
and say
Well done
my good and faithful
servant.
Reflections
My father knew the names
of many trees and plants
I didn't realize that this
was a rare accomplishment
until I went for a walk
in the woods
with my husband
What's that called
I asked
I don't know
said he
What kind of tree is that
How should I know
And so it went
My dad knew them all
by name
And with his sharing
as we walked
his world of not so very
long ago intertwined
with mine
As plants and trees
we walked along
this sharing of what
eyes can see
set roots
placed memories
That miles of separation
can not erase
Dad had given me
eyes to see
that even without
knowing names
walking together
can share
loves eternal seed.
Friday, June 10, 2011
The Doldrums
June 2011 blog.
The Doldrums
Sometimes June can be a difficult month for me.
It brings a reminder that I am getting older [b. day month].
Most of my friends leave on vacations or go north for
their cooler summer digs. I choose to keep mostly indoors
out of the heat and sun. I didn't use to be bothered by this.
I would just find some water somewhere and dive right in.
These days the water would have to be calm, shallow
and quite warm to accommodate the present condition
of my skin and joints.
So, to cheer me up, I will tell about some of my blessings.
I can still breathe.
I have a wonderful husband and some of my family live
close by.
Then there's clean water, air-conditioning and lots of
delicious food.
Over and above it all, I have a constant Companion,
Holy Spirit, who lets me ease drop on the mind of God.
Pretty cool, hugh!
Some poems I wrote:
The Prescription
A cup of cheer
stir in two parts
laughter
twice a day
words of praise
Slathered with
equal parts
proclamation
of who is the
pain reliever for all
fallen down
Christ
the lifter off
of all despair.
Welcome Rest
Pleasant
is the presence
of the Lord
To speak
to hear His words
sitting by His side
Thanksgiving for the
simple things
For breath
and light
to recognize
what makes our lives
flow with expectation
One day
all will blend
and form a crown
A diadem
upon God's head
His reign to flow
and enter every
molecule
reshaping all of matter
into perfection
without end.
The Plan
Exploring forever
new wonders of creation
rolling into the distance
of possibilities unrestrained
by any shortcoming
Adventure only limited
when captured by beauty
so close
so breathtaking
that time does not exist
While contemplating
what kind of God
could remove all separations
and lead you to this very spot
as light and color flow together
in a symphony of passion
and beauty
Carried on Angels wings
into the very center
of burning love
that would incinerate anything
not already encapsuled in
immortality's garment
of praise
Which now rains down upon
the place where
the Ancient of Days has provided
a room that fits just perfect
in order to get a better view
of every moment's celebration
As multiplied riches
crowd His Majestic head
So I will struggle on a little farther
down this earth filled life
and sing a little louder of
His love
For I can hear Him calling
calling through uncertain
mist ahead
Walk this way my darling
faithful to the end
I will be beside you
all the way.
The Doldrums
Sometimes June can be a difficult month for me.
It brings a reminder that I am getting older [b. day month].
Most of my friends leave on vacations or go north for
their cooler summer digs. I choose to keep mostly indoors
out of the heat and sun. I didn't use to be bothered by this.
I would just find some water somewhere and dive right in.
These days the water would have to be calm, shallow
and quite warm to accommodate the present condition
of my skin and joints.
So, to cheer me up, I will tell about some of my blessings.
I can still breathe.
I have a wonderful husband and some of my family live
close by.
Then there's clean water, air-conditioning and lots of
delicious food.
Over and above it all, I have a constant Companion,
Holy Spirit, who lets me ease drop on the mind of God.
Pretty cool, hugh!
Some poems I wrote:
The Prescription
A cup of cheer
stir in two parts
laughter
twice a day
words of praise
Slathered with
equal parts
proclamation
of who is the
pain reliever for all
fallen down
Christ
the lifter off
of all despair.
Welcome Rest
Pleasant
is the presence
of the Lord
To speak
to hear His words
sitting by His side
Thanksgiving for the
simple things
For breath
and light
to recognize
what makes our lives
flow with expectation
One day
all will blend
and form a crown
A diadem
upon God's head
His reign to flow
and enter every
molecule
reshaping all of matter
into perfection
without end.
The Plan
Exploring forever
new wonders of creation
rolling into the distance
of possibilities unrestrained
by any shortcoming
Adventure only limited
when captured by beauty
so close
so breathtaking
that time does not exist
While contemplating
what kind of God
could remove all separations
and lead you to this very spot
as light and color flow together
in a symphony of passion
and beauty
Carried on Angels wings
into the very center
of burning love
that would incinerate anything
not already encapsuled in
immortality's garment
of praise
Which now rains down upon
the place where
the Ancient of Days has provided
a room that fits just perfect
in order to get a better view
of every moment's celebration
As multiplied riches
crowd His Majestic head
So I will struggle on a little farther
down this earth filled life
and sing a little louder of
His love
For I can hear Him calling
calling through uncertain
mist ahead
Walk this way my darling
faithful to the end
I will be beside you
all the way.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
A Vision
Blog: May 24
A Vision
I'd like to tell you about a radio program
I recently heard on the Internet.
A man named Sid Roth was interviewing
a pastor from Africa named Suprise Sithole.
I had the privilege of hearing Surprise speak
in Florida a few years ago. At that time he
related how, as a young man, he had come
to know Jesus. This was in spite of the fact
that his family for generations had lived
as witch doctors in a remote jungle area.
What impacted me the most about Surprise
was his humility and infectious joy. He is being
used mightily as a church planter in Mozambique.
In the radio interview, Surprise told of a vision
he had of Jesus. Christ was preparing tables for
the wedding supper. When a small gold ring fell.
Surprise said, it is so small only a baby could wear it.
Jesus replied, that was what His bride must be like.
Then Jesus took him to a castle wall. Surprise said,
that door, I will not fit through. Only a small child could.
Again Jesus said, my bride must be like that.
Then they entered a city. All the people were walking
around with trees growing out of the tops of their head.
He asked Jesus what this was. It is the tree of knowledge
and it needs to be cut off.
I was much impacted at the realization that I often walk
seeing others with the tree of the knowledge of their
good and evil. Instead of seeing them through the
finished work of Christ. Who has died for the sins of
the whole world.
I am determined to begin to see the tree of life.
Available now to all through Christ's Resurrection.
This is very freeing. Seeing with the mind of what
Jesus desires for both Saints and sinners.
With the expectation that those in my path,
can and will respond, Yes Lord.
And then be walking with the tree of life
over them.
The following are a few poems I have written.
God Revealing Thought
Rollout the carpet
of creation
music
art
drama
Stories that have not
been heard
songs
not yet sung
People
to climb into
and dig out
what they've done
Build a monument
make it out of
yet undiscovered
conglomerates of stone
Then plan for fountains
that spring up
from wells
that capture essences
of unknown
fragrant oils
Explore what once
was found
and then passed over
having not a vision
of its usefulness in time
Space exploring
microminiatures
examples of a new way
to display the molecules
of drops of dew
Paint a mural
that changes colored shapes
into each moment
Capturing the thought
that what is seen
is but a ragged image
of what God originally
had planned.
The Invisible's Image
So much
that can't be seen
Electricity
soundwaves
microwaves
the wires I see
The notes I hear
The food made hot
Gravity holds me fast
The microscopic parts
that make up me
stay put
when I sit or stand
Then there is God
there must be
For I feel the sun
and when it's clear
at night
can gaze at many more
He holds it altogether
and chose to let us see
all that is our space
in time
God sees
and saw
Christ placing
into each one
who let their eyes behold
the Son
truth
to set creation free
Embracing what we now
call love
every creature under Heaven
to be
through Christ's pure sacrifice
at one
at peace
through God
With His pure Spirit
reigning
over all.
More Than This World
When time has stretched
beyond the here and now
When day has dawned
without the need
of shadows
The space that we
be found in
is more then anyone alone
would choose
God himself removed
the veil
and opened up
the eye gate
providing garments
and a password
just for you
and He to know
The place prepared
a blending
of hopes perfected
As He fills the cracks
of our imperfect dreams
with what He knows
Far more then our
nearsighted eyes today
can understand.
A Vision
I'd like to tell you about a radio program
I recently heard on the Internet.
A man named Sid Roth was interviewing
a pastor from Africa named Suprise Sithole.
I had the privilege of hearing Surprise speak
in Florida a few years ago. At that time he
related how, as a young man, he had come
to know Jesus. This was in spite of the fact
that his family for generations had lived
as witch doctors in a remote jungle area.
What impacted me the most about Surprise
was his humility and infectious joy. He is being
used mightily as a church planter in Mozambique.
In the radio interview, Surprise told of a vision
he had of Jesus. Christ was preparing tables for
the wedding supper. When a small gold ring fell.
Surprise said, it is so small only a baby could wear it.
Jesus replied, that was what His bride must be like.
Then Jesus took him to a castle wall. Surprise said,
that door, I will not fit through. Only a small child could.
Again Jesus said, my bride must be like that.
Then they entered a city. All the people were walking
around with trees growing out of the tops of their head.
He asked Jesus what this was. It is the tree of knowledge
and it needs to be cut off.
I was much impacted at the realization that I often walk
seeing others with the tree of the knowledge of their
good and evil. Instead of seeing them through the
finished work of Christ. Who has died for the sins of
the whole world.
I am determined to begin to see the tree of life.
Available now to all through Christ's Resurrection.
This is very freeing. Seeing with the mind of what
Jesus desires for both Saints and sinners.
With the expectation that those in my path,
can and will respond, Yes Lord.
And then be walking with the tree of life
over them.
The following are a few poems I have written.
God Revealing Thought
Rollout the carpet
of creation
music
art
drama
Stories that have not
been heard
songs
not yet sung
People
to climb into
and dig out
what they've done
Build a monument
make it out of
yet undiscovered
conglomerates of stone
Then plan for fountains
that spring up
from wells
that capture essences
of unknown
fragrant oils
Explore what once
was found
and then passed over
having not a vision
of its usefulness in time
Space exploring
microminiatures
examples of a new way
to display the molecules
of drops of dew
Paint a mural
that changes colored shapes
into each moment
Capturing the thought
that what is seen
is but a ragged image
of what God originally
had planned.
The Invisible's Image
So much
that can't be seen
Electricity
soundwaves
microwaves
the wires I see
The notes I hear
The food made hot
Gravity holds me fast
The microscopic parts
that make up me
stay put
when I sit or stand
Then there is God
there must be
For I feel the sun
and when it's clear
at night
can gaze at many more
He holds it altogether
and chose to let us see
all that is our space
in time
God sees
and saw
Christ placing
into each one
who let their eyes behold
the Son
truth
to set creation free
Embracing what we now
call love
every creature under Heaven
to be
through Christ's pure sacrifice
at one
at peace
through God
With His pure Spirit
reigning
over all.
More Than This World
When time has stretched
beyond the here and now
When day has dawned
without the need
of shadows
The space that we
be found in
is more then anyone alone
would choose
God himself removed
the veil
and opened up
the eye gate
providing garments
and a password
just for you
and He to know
The place prepared
a blending
of hopes perfected
As He fills the cracks
of our imperfect dreams
with what He knows
Far more then our
nearsighted eyes today
can understand.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Mother's Day
May 2011 Blog
Mother's Day
Even though its come and gone for this year
I have to write something about my
wonderful mother. I wrote the following soon
after my mother passed away.
A Mother's Day Remembrance
My mother held my hand
as we walked to church
on Sunday mornings
She told me not to be afraid
when the dog along the way
began to bark
like a ferocious beast
In the summer
she came with me
to bible school
helping the class next door
build a model of the temple
She served cookies
at snack time
Mother was an assistant leader
for my Brownie troop
She was there to comfort me
when I didn't get nominated
for any of the officers
She was my greatest defender
whenever friends let me down
She would always go to bat
for me
She was home
when I came from school
for lunch
After school there were always
homemade snacks
waiting for me
and the smell of dinner
on the stove
My mother was often my nurse
The menu was just right
tea and toast
boiled egg or chicken noodle soup
We rode the city bus on Saturday
and toured the shops on main street
It was a special treat
to sit on a stool at the soda fountain
and get a hot dog and Coke
I was rewarded with a folder
of paper dolls
at the end of most shopping days
Christmas included much secrecy
as my mother sat up to
the wee hours of the night
cutting and sewing delicate
little costumes for the dolls
that I loved so much
I had found them hidden
deep in the desk drawer
and watched their progress
with mother safely busied
in the basement
Her hands in wash tubes
Monday mornings
We had a ringer washing machine
long into the years
of automatic washers
The crisp white sheets
and shirts hung out back
on the clothesline after most families
had automatic dryers
Mother canned tomatoes and beans
in the summer
Her homemade ice cream and cakes
were the best for every birthday
She prepared me to go off to college
by teaching me how to wash and iron
Ironing is becoming a lost art today
I remember the first conversation
that my mother had with me
acknowledging me as an adult
It was on a trip home from college
after her mother had died
We sat in my old bedroom
She talked about caring for Grandma
before she died and her death
My mother
who had taken care of me
all my life
was actually letting me see her
as a person
and allowing me to speak comforting words
to her
It was a right of passage
How well does anyone
ever get to know their mother as a person
The title keeps us blinded or blanketed
in the child realm
A clear understanding and a wide eyed revelation
of the treasure that was hidden
under mothers title
was revealed at her funeral
It seemed that half the town was there
Many stories were related of her kindness
as a friend
her encouragement to the hurting
and her wisdom to those
who wished to know God's word
My brothers and I wondered
how we could have lived with this woman
and taken freely from her hands
and not seen her heart more clearly
So as Heaven's balcony
allows the witnesses to watch
I say a heartfelt thank you
to Ruey Cosette Booth
I am blessed that you are my mother.
Mother's Day
Even though its come and gone for this year
I have to write something about my
wonderful mother. I wrote the following soon
after my mother passed away.
A Mother's Day Remembrance
My mother held my hand
as we walked to church
on Sunday mornings
She told me not to be afraid
when the dog along the way
began to bark
like a ferocious beast
In the summer
she came with me
to bible school
helping the class next door
build a model of the temple
She served cookies
at snack time
Mother was an assistant leader
for my Brownie troop
She was there to comfort me
when I didn't get nominated
for any of the officers
She was my greatest defender
whenever friends let me down
She would always go to bat
for me
She was home
when I came from school
for lunch
After school there were always
homemade snacks
waiting for me
and the smell of dinner
on the stove
My mother was often my nurse
The menu was just right
tea and toast
boiled egg or chicken noodle soup
We rode the city bus on Saturday
and toured the shops on main street
It was a special treat
to sit on a stool at the soda fountain
and get a hot dog and Coke
I was rewarded with a folder
of paper dolls
at the end of most shopping days
Christmas included much secrecy
as my mother sat up to
the wee hours of the night
cutting and sewing delicate
little costumes for the dolls
that I loved so much
I had found them hidden
deep in the desk drawer
and watched their progress
with mother safely busied
in the basement
Her hands in wash tubes
Monday mornings
We had a ringer washing machine
long into the years
of automatic washers
The crisp white sheets
and shirts hung out back
on the clothesline after most families
had automatic dryers
Mother canned tomatoes and beans
in the summer
Her homemade ice cream and cakes
were the best for every birthday
She prepared me to go off to college
by teaching me how to wash and iron
Ironing is becoming a lost art today
I remember the first conversation
that my mother had with me
acknowledging me as an adult
It was on a trip home from college
after her mother had died
We sat in my old bedroom
She talked about caring for Grandma
before she died and her death
My mother
who had taken care of me
all my life
was actually letting me see her
as a person
and allowing me to speak comforting words
to her
It was a right of passage
How well does anyone
ever get to know their mother as a person
The title keeps us blinded or blanketed
in the child realm
A clear understanding and a wide eyed revelation
of the treasure that was hidden
under mothers title
was revealed at her funeral
It seemed that half the town was there
Many stories were related of her kindness
as a friend
her encouragement to the hurting
and her wisdom to those
who wished to know God's word
My brothers and I wondered
how we could have lived with this woman
and taken freely from her hands
and not seen her heart more clearly
So as Heaven's balcony
allows the witnesses to watch
I say a heartfelt thank you
to Ruey Cosette Booth
I am blessed that you are my mother.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Easter Joy
April blog: # 2
Easter Joy
Happy memories of Easter as a child,
always the basket of goodies
and a colored egg hunt
followed by church and seeing friends.
All, all dressed up. Even some with
hats and gloves.
Now, with my family, daughter and granddaughter,
we celebrate with a family feast,
enjoying each other's company.
Take time to say a thank you, to the God
who gave us resurrection through his Son.
Let the joy that was set before Christ Jesus
be your Hallelujah for the day.
I include some Easter themed poems.
Death to Life
Birds singing
lead to thoughts of spring
To thoughts of resurrection
of flowers bloom
tulips and yellow capped
jonquils
with their capacity to
just keep popping up
spring after spring
Memories of Easter eggs
of hunts and chocolate
bunnies
of new hats and skirts
and pattened shoes
that look so pretty
and leave blisters close
to ankles
Then the morning's
Sunrise
that day that shocked
the world
that God did really come
and do what no one
ever really had a clearer
view of
than weeping women
who didn't recognize
at first
That He who spoke
the morning
was standing
right there in full view
That they would be
the first
to breathlessly
let it be known
That Jesus lives
has overcome
and made all things new
forever
on that first
most Holy
Easter morn'.
The Price
I asked the Lord
to protect me against those
who would have me removed
from my work
He delivered and defended me
But it was not without cost
They spat on Him
struck Him with fists
and slapped the Holy One of God
I asked the Lord to forgive me
for my sharp tongue
that often does not edify
He did
and He cleansed me
completely
But it was not without cost
They stripped Him
plaited a crown of thorns
and struck Him
again and again
I prayed to be healed
from my body of aching
and He healed me
But it was by
a great cost to Him
They had him flogged
I asked to be reconciled
to my heavenly Father
and to be with Him always
and it is so
But not without a price
He was crucified
nailed to a cross
and lifted up
in plain sight
of all of His enemies
and mine
He was forsaken
So when I pray
and bring my petitions
before the living
glorified
risen Christ
I must remember the cost
and the deep love
that is stamped
on His reply.
Give Voice
The songbird's call
reflects my heart
this morning
Let my voice join in
rejoicing
in what Christ means
to me
My desire
to loose that which
lies hidden
deep within
to speak Christ's name
forever
To sing with voice
and words
that show the depth
of loves true meaning
That though He died
an awful death
and for a brief time
all seemed void
of meaning
The song
that Resurrection
Morning brings
rings on and on
and echoes
free forever
What price Your love
has fully paid
Hear now
my love for You
sounding unrestrained
expressed in glad
Hosannas
full refrain.
Easter Joy
Happy memories of Easter as a child,
always the basket of goodies
and a colored egg hunt
followed by church and seeing friends.
All, all dressed up. Even some with
hats and gloves.
Now, with my family, daughter and granddaughter,
we celebrate with a family feast,
enjoying each other's company.
Take time to say a thank you, to the God
who gave us resurrection through his Son.
Let the joy that was set before Christ Jesus
be your Hallelujah for the day.
I include some Easter themed poems.
Death to Life
Birds singing
lead to thoughts of spring
To thoughts of resurrection
of flowers bloom
tulips and yellow capped
jonquils
with their capacity to
just keep popping up
spring after spring
Memories of Easter eggs
of hunts and chocolate
bunnies
of new hats and skirts
and pattened shoes
that look so pretty
and leave blisters close
to ankles
Then the morning's
Sunrise
that day that shocked
the world
that God did really come
and do what no one
ever really had a clearer
view of
than weeping women
who didn't recognize
at first
That He who spoke
the morning
was standing
right there in full view
That they would be
the first
to breathlessly
let it be known
That Jesus lives
has overcome
and made all things new
forever
on that first
most Holy
Easter morn'.
The Price
I asked the Lord
to protect me against those
who would have me removed
from my work
He delivered and defended me
But it was not without cost
They spat on Him
struck Him with fists
and slapped the Holy One of God
I asked the Lord to forgive me
for my sharp tongue
that often does not edify
He did
and He cleansed me
completely
But it was not without cost
They stripped Him
plaited a crown of thorns
and struck Him
again and again
I prayed to be healed
from my body of aching
and He healed me
But it was by
a great cost to Him
They had him flogged
I asked to be reconciled
to my heavenly Father
and to be with Him always
and it is so
But not without a price
He was crucified
nailed to a cross
and lifted up
in plain sight
of all of His enemies
and mine
He was forsaken
So when I pray
and bring my petitions
before the living
glorified
risen Christ
I must remember the cost
and the deep love
that is stamped
on His reply.
Give Voice
The songbird's call
reflects my heart
this morning
Let my voice join in
rejoicing
in what Christ means
to me
My desire
to loose that which
lies hidden
deep within
to speak Christ's name
forever
To sing with voice
and words
that show the depth
of loves true meaning
That though He died
an awful death
and for a brief time
all seemed void
of meaning
The song
that Resurrection
Morning brings
rings on and on
and echoes
free forever
What price Your love
has fully paid
Hear now
my love for You
sounding unrestrained
expressed in glad
Hosannas
full refrain.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
The Wind of March
March Blog: 2011
The Wind of March
March went by like the wind it is known for.
I am attending some creative writing classes offered at
our local library. They are very encouraging and stretch
my writing to include more varied subjects.
We all watched in horror as the devastation of the Japanese
tsunami played out before our eyes. So much sadness.
Much prayer and support needed for those affected.
I attended a seminar on, loving Mormons. What a great idea,
interaction on the platform of God's love.
In the past I would read as many as one book a week.
Trouble with dry our eyes has slowed down my reading.
Somehow I managed to read three books last month.
Guy Chevreau's, "Spiritual Warfare Sideways", a very good book
with the emphasis of keeping the focus on Jesus.
Also "Seven Spirits Burning", by Crowder.
I re-read one of my favorites. "Sadhu Sundar Singh", by Thompson,
A biography of an Indian mystic who was a disciple of Jesus.
I'm working on a project based on his life.
March included two trips to Disney parks. One to Animal Kingdom,
where I visited the blue frogs and gorgeous tigers.
Another day spent at EPCOT Park's flower and garden festival.
We lunched outdoors with ducks and ibises wondering through.
Then dinner by a fountain watching a French gymnast act. Two little
Chinese boys playing in the water with their grandfather added to the
entertainment.
The month was rounded out by phone calls from brothers who live
far away and visits from friends who live south of here.
Although I'm homebound with a nasty cold at the moment, by soul
prospers with the many riches Christ has lavished on my life.
Some of my poems:
In The Now
If the road ahead
appears to be
only a destination
a challenge to endure
Take the blinders off
look left and right
stop and breathe
as if time is not
your master
Then experience the now
all along the way.
Infallible
The term
get it together
implies
that you are not
in control
A truth
that at its core
hints
this control
can somehow
be appropriated
Good news
a perfect time
to give control away
Hand it over
be found
in a much better
habitation
Christ
who holds all things
has given
an open invitation
His Kingdom
come
His power
inserted into all areas
of life
A place that allows
delight
to be ones daily bread.
In the Beginning
Formed
patterned
the dust of the earth
the water of life
Set ablaze with light
infused with breath
covered
chosen
placed
Then deception
crept to close
was not resisted
fallen
fallen into sorrow
out of sync
A promise is given
provision made
God providing himself
the resurrection
Flee destruction's
age old presence
fling yourself into
the waiting arms
of Christ
of love
of life
Giving up nothing
of eternal value
replacing temporary
tastes
with everlasting
long awaited union
with the source
For He is truth
and life.
The Wind of March
March went by like the wind it is known for.
I am attending some creative writing classes offered at
our local library. They are very encouraging and stretch
my writing to include more varied subjects.
We all watched in horror as the devastation of the Japanese
tsunami played out before our eyes. So much sadness.
Much prayer and support needed for those affected.
I attended a seminar on, loving Mormons. What a great idea,
interaction on the platform of God's love.
In the past I would read as many as one book a week.
Trouble with dry our eyes has slowed down my reading.
Somehow I managed to read three books last month.
Guy Chevreau's, "Spiritual Warfare Sideways", a very good book
with the emphasis of keeping the focus on Jesus.
Also "Seven Spirits Burning", by Crowder.
I re-read one of my favorites. "Sadhu Sundar Singh", by Thompson,
A biography of an Indian mystic who was a disciple of Jesus.
I'm working on a project based on his life.
March included two trips to Disney parks. One to Animal Kingdom,
where I visited the blue frogs and gorgeous tigers.
Another day spent at EPCOT Park's flower and garden festival.
We lunched outdoors with ducks and ibises wondering through.
Then dinner by a fountain watching a French gymnast act. Two little
Chinese boys playing in the water with their grandfather added to the
entertainment.
The month was rounded out by phone calls from brothers who live
far away and visits from friends who live south of here.
Although I'm homebound with a nasty cold at the moment, by soul
prospers with the many riches Christ has lavished on my life.
Some of my poems:
In The Now
If the road ahead
appears to be
only a destination
a challenge to endure
Take the blinders off
look left and right
stop and breathe
as if time is not
your master
Then experience the now
all along the way.
Infallible
The term
get it together
implies
that you are not
in control
A truth
that at its core
hints
this control
can somehow
be appropriated
Good news
a perfect time
to give control away
Hand it over
be found
in a much better
habitation
Christ
who holds all things
has given
an open invitation
His Kingdom
come
His power
inserted into all areas
of life
A place that allows
delight
to be ones daily bread.
In the Beginning
Formed
patterned
the dust of the earth
the water of life
Set ablaze with light
infused with breath
covered
chosen
placed
Then deception
crept to close
was not resisted
fallen
fallen into sorrow
out of sync
A promise is given
provision made
God providing himself
the resurrection
Flee destruction's
age old presence
fling yourself into
the waiting arms
of Christ
of love
of life
Giving up nothing
of eternal value
replacing temporary
tastes
with everlasting
long awaited union
with the source
For He is truth
and life.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Conference Highlights
February 23, 2011 blog.
Conference Highlights
Yea, another goal reached. A second blog. post this month.
I recently attended a, Global Celebration, conference in
Fort Lauderdale for five days. Being at a conference this long
was a stretch for me, strength wise. Another challenge
was that I had fallen two days prior to departure. No broken bones
but tendons stretched and painful. My recovery was remarkably
fast. By time to go, only a slight limp remained.
All expectations of a fun adventure with friends and a time
of expanded joy were met at the conference.
The first speaker was James Goll. He provided
lodes of scriptures for this year. Lots of notes to study on.
The next speaker, Lance Wallnaw, was a pleasant surprise.
His talk was very encourageing. He is known as a
motivational teacher. This was fulfilled as my expectations
to impact for God's Kingdome were raised to a new level.
Julie Meyers led worship. She pulled us into true sacrifices
of praise.
Winnie Banov, as always, reminded us that we are co-co'd
with Christ. Co-crucified, buried, and risen with Him.
A special surprise was finding that Roland Baker of
Iris Ministry's was there. He infused with resurrection joy.
He had been so sick that he was said to be in a vegetative
state and is now fully restored. He said, "I was dead and
alive is better". His wife Heidi spoke and expectations of
God's power loosed on Earth were raised to new heights.
So many new friends were found among the 1,900 attending.
I told one lady, "we have all of eternity to hear each other's
story. I'll look you up".
Favor was there to sell my books and I should have taken more
copies with me.
Once again, after attending a conference, I have notes to
study and scriptures to meditate on for a good while.
A friend recently gave me a book of Walt Whitman's writings.
I am loving it and writing many new poems while reading his
inspiring words. Maybe by next month I will have some of them on the
computer to share.
With special love for you, I share the following of my writings:
The Name of the Lord
Jesus
what other name
surrounds You
with arms that lift
and carry
Jesus
the name that can change
disaster
into thanksgiving
Jesus
strong
ready to spring into action
He sits beside
the still waters
He lifts the overflowing
cup
to parched lips
He holds all matter together
and still listens intently
to your every prayer
A strong fortress
no matter how small
your danger be
Run to Him
and rest in safety.
First Choice
Your eyes are on me
Your unfailing love
has captured my desires
How can I let distractions
of the temporal
keep me from hearing
the call of Your eternal
purpose
for my life
Let Your unfailing love
wrap me
cloth me
So that any move I make
rustles into eternity
and fills Your Kingdome
with a sound
that draws attention
to You
Who fills all things
and surrounds me
with sounds of deliverance
Let the pounding
of my heart
match the thunder
of Heaven
As You determine
how You will seal
Your good intentions
for my life today
My hope is in You
my lord.
Spirit's Flame
Mystical union with God
with love
intoxicates
spines you 'round
perspective perfected
Priorities
lost in the mist
The moist of passion
refined
in His flame
of love.
Conference Highlights
Yea, another goal reached. A second blog. post this month.
I recently attended a, Global Celebration, conference in
Fort Lauderdale for five days. Being at a conference this long
was a stretch for me, strength wise. Another challenge
was that I had fallen two days prior to departure. No broken bones
but tendons stretched and painful. My recovery was remarkably
fast. By time to go, only a slight limp remained.
All expectations of a fun adventure with friends and a time
of expanded joy were met at the conference.
The first speaker was James Goll. He provided
lodes of scriptures for this year. Lots of notes to study on.
The next speaker, Lance Wallnaw, was a pleasant surprise.
His talk was very encourageing. He is known as a
motivational teacher. This was fulfilled as my expectations
to impact for God's Kingdome were raised to a new level.
Julie Meyers led worship. She pulled us into true sacrifices
of praise.
Winnie Banov, as always, reminded us that we are co-co'd
with Christ. Co-crucified, buried, and risen with Him.
A special surprise was finding that Roland Baker of
Iris Ministry's was there. He infused with resurrection joy.
He had been so sick that he was said to be in a vegetative
state and is now fully restored. He said, "I was dead and
alive is better". His wife Heidi spoke and expectations of
God's power loosed on Earth were raised to new heights.
So many new friends were found among the 1,900 attending.
I told one lady, "we have all of eternity to hear each other's
story. I'll look you up".
Favor was there to sell my books and I should have taken more
copies with me.
Once again, after attending a conference, I have notes to
study and scriptures to meditate on for a good while.
A friend recently gave me a book of Walt Whitman's writings.
I am loving it and writing many new poems while reading his
inspiring words. Maybe by next month I will have some of them on the
computer to share.
With special love for you, I share the following of my writings:
The Name of the Lord
Jesus
what other name
surrounds You
with arms that lift
and carry
Jesus
the name that can change
disaster
into thanksgiving
Jesus
strong
ready to spring into action
He sits beside
the still waters
He lifts the overflowing
cup
to parched lips
He holds all matter together
and still listens intently
to your every prayer
A strong fortress
no matter how small
your danger be
Run to Him
and rest in safety.
First Choice
Your eyes are on me
Your unfailing love
has captured my desires
How can I let distractions
of the temporal
keep me from hearing
the call of Your eternal
purpose
for my life
Let Your unfailing love
wrap me
cloth me
So that any move I make
rustles into eternity
and fills Your Kingdome
with a sound
that draws attention
to You
Who fills all things
and surrounds me
with sounds of deliverance
Let the pounding
of my heart
match the thunder
of Heaven
As You determine
how You will seal
Your good intentions
for my life today
My hope is in You
my lord.
Spirit's Flame
Mystical union with God
with love
intoxicates
spines you 'round
perspective perfected
Priorities
lost in the mist
The moist of passion
refined
in His flame
of love.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Manatees and Birds
Feb. 2011 Blog.
Manatees and Birds
January has flown by.
Today we are getting a taste of spring, 78 degrees.
I am overdressed and have the doors open.
Two outdoor adventures to report.
The first, a trip to Blue Springs to see the manatees.
They travel up into the spring for the warmer water.
We saw over 50.
The sky and crystal clear water were beautiful.
The view included spreading oaks adorned with
hanging moss and ferns.
This week it was a trip to the birding trail on
Cape Kennedy.
We saw herons, egrets, storks and, the most
exciting, two pink spoonbills.
I'm reading a book on the sevenfold Holy Spirit,
Seven Spirits Burning by John Crowder.
This is one of my favorite topics to study.
In the chapter on the Spirit of Understanding,
he points out that this deals with interpreting
the unseen realm and providing comprehension.
With a reference to Isaiah chapter 11.
The chapter on the Spirit of Might points out that
this is the actual energy of God flowing through us,
referencing Matthew chapter 10.
This Holy Spirit flow births realities from the
spiritual realm into the visible realm.
The Bible passage that I am meditating on this week
was referred to at the ladies Bible study I attend
on Tuesdays.
It's found in Joshua chapter 3.
..." the Lord will do amazing things among you".
I expect because God is a restorer of all things.
The following poems are from my journal writings
over the last two weeks.
Change
The power to transform
begins
with whose you are
Then
see what needs leveled
and smoothed
Providing
a clear path
for rivers of joy
ready to be released
as Christ rides
and justice prevails
Uniting
enabling freedom
to create
and co-operate
Pleasure
to be found
in His constant care.
Reality
Look ahead
into the heart of God
into what is beyond
the natural laws of man
See His possible
transformed
from impossible
in human eyes
into crystal clear
reality
As you enter in
be joined
as kingly heirs
A life of faith
made solid substance
through Christ's
all powerful love.
Christ In _
Expectations
When you know
whose you are
and have a clear view
of who dwells in you
Amazing follows.
God is Love
Inexhaustible
love's download
Give
and more
keeps piling up
until
the tipping point
unloads
to change
the world.
Manatees and Birds
January has flown by.
Today we are getting a taste of spring, 78 degrees.
I am overdressed and have the doors open.
Two outdoor adventures to report.
The first, a trip to Blue Springs to see the manatees.
They travel up into the spring for the warmer water.
We saw over 50.
The sky and crystal clear water were beautiful.
The view included spreading oaks adorned with
hanging moss and ferns.
This week it was a trip to the birding trail on
Cape Kennedy.
We saw herons, egrets, storks and, the most
exciting, two pink spoonbills.
I'm reading a book on the sevenfold Holy Spirit,
Seven Spirits Burning by John Crowder.
This is one of my favorite topics to study.
In the chapter on the Spirit of Understanding,
he points out that this deals with interpreting
the unseen realm and providing comprehension.
With a reference to Isaiah chapter 11.
The chapter on the Spirit of Might points out that
this is the actual energy of God flowing through us,
referencing Matthew chapter 10.
This Holy Spirit flow births realities from the
spiritual realm into the visible realm.
The Bible passage that I am meditating on this week
was referred to at the ladies Bible study I attend
on Tuesdays.
It's found in Joshua chapter 3.
..." the Lord will do amazing things among you".
I expect because God is a restorer of all things.
The following poems are from my journal writings
over the last two weeks.
Change
The power to transform
begins
with whose you are
Then
see what needs leveled
and smoothed
Providing
a clear path
for rivers of joy
ready to be released
as Christ rides
and justice prevails
Uniting
enabling freedom
to create
and co-operate
Pleasure
to be found
in His constant care.
Reality
Look ahead
into the heart of God
into what is beyond
the natural laws of man
See His possible
transformed
from impossible
in human eyes
into crystal clear
reality
As you enter in
be joined
as kingly heirs
A life of faith
made solid substance
through Christ's
all powerful love.
Christ In _
Expectations
When you know
whose you are
and have a clear view
of who dwells in you
Amazing follows.
God is Love
Inexhaustible
love's download
Give
and more
keeps piling up
until
the tipping point
unloads
to change
the world.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Seeing the Kingdom
January 2011 blog.
Seeing the Kingdome
The words "in view of His Mercy"
are still instructing me this month.
They are strong to redirect my thinking.
This makes walking in love instead of judgment
instantly available.
Purging and organizing computer files and
desk clutter have kept me busy.
I will be starting work on the second book
in the "Listener" trilogy this month.
Getting rid of the distractions of a
to do list will help me to hunker down and
get to work. Then there's the fact that I am
only on the February 2008 journal in the task of
transferring poems I've written onto the computer.
This is continuous since I write several new ones
each week.
I am still studying the notes from the last conference
I attended. This has me presently meditating on John 3,
where Jesus talks about seeing the Kingdome of God
and entering the Kingdome. I did a word search of
"Kingdome" on my poems and found quite a few.
I share the following ones with you.
May joy in His Kingdome increase
exponentially for you this year.
Away With You
You have come
like You promised
Jesus fulfill
all my needs
taking me with Him
into His wild
exquisite Kingdome
No desire
left unfulfilled
You are all
I need
Living in Christ
fils my reservoir
Dripping floods
of wisdom
linking this world
to Heaven's
open door.
Power's Source
Like a man stumbling
in unfamiliar territory
the apostle of faith
wonders ever closer
to that wall
The wall
that is breached
when what he thinks
he knows
comes in contact
with what he saw of old
but could not interpret
fully
Until that time
when the mind of man
laid down his cherished
misconceptions
and walked through
the living flesh
of Christ's endless life
The brilliance of this
Holy place
now overcomes
all darkness
No shadow remains
The path of
Kingdome living
exposed
New wind's thirst quenching
properties
flow freely
leading all to come
and see beyond
dimension's opening
No stumbling
cloaks the way
to God's eternal home.
One Day in His House
Lord open my eyes
that I may fully participate
in this joyful assembly
Thank You for bringing me
to this mountain
the dwelling place
of the living God
Let me watch the dance of Heaven
That I may learn to move
in Holy reverence
taught by those
who have been perfected
before me
May I keep my eyes ever focused
on Your joy that is set before me
Not to be sidetracked by any sin
that would deflect Your purpose
Let me walk with those
who have seen the King
high and lifted up
Who are ready to celebrate
each day of the new birth
into the Kingdome of our God
and of His Christ
Let me move hand in hand
shoulder to shoulder with the Angels
who with joy are gathered
To watch as they move swiftly
in instant obedience to their captain
Who has been perfected
through suffering
once for all
seated on the Throne
Glorified
high and lifted up
Let me know that I am never alone
but surrounded by this great cloud
of witnesses
On the threshold of an eternity
made perfect by the payment
of His righteous blood
Rejoice and the exceeding glad
as the first notes
of the new song
begin.
Seeing the Kingdome
The words "in view of His Mercy"
are still instructing me this month.
They are strong to redirect my thinking.
This makes walking in love instead of judgment
instantly available.
Purging and organizing computer files and
desk clutter have kept me busy.
I will be starting work on the second book
in the "Listener" trilogy this month.
Getting rid of the distractions of a
to do list will help me to hunker down and
get to work. Then there's the fact that I am
only on the February 2008 journal in the task of
transferring poems I've written onto the computer.
This is continuous since I write several new ones
each week.
I am still studying the notes from the last conference
I attended. This has me presently meditating on John 3,
where Jesus talks about seeing the Kingdome of God
and entering the Kingdome. I did a word search of
"Kingdome" on my poems and found quite a few.
I share the following ones with you.
May joy in His Kingdome increase
exponentially for you this year.
Away With You
You have come
like You promised
Jesus fulfill
all my needs
taking me with Him
into His wild
exquisite Kingdome
No desire
left unfulfilled
You are all
I need
Living in Christ
fils my reservoir
Dripping floods
of wisdom
linking this world
to Heaven's
open door.
Power's Source
Like a man stumbling
in unfamiliar territory
the apostle of faith
wonders ever closer
to that wall
The wall
that is breached
when what he thinks
he knows
comes in contact
with what he saw of old
but could not interpret
fully
Until that time
when the mind of man
laid down his cherished
misconceptions
and walked through
the living flesh
of Christ's endless life
The brilliance of this
Holy place
now overcomes
all darkness
No shadow remains
The path of
Kingdome living
exposed
New wind's thirst quenching
properties
flow freely
leading all to come
and see beyond
dimension's opening
No stumbling
cloaks the way
to God's eternal home.
One Day in His House
Lord open my eyes
that I may fully participate
in this joyful assembly
Thank You for bringing me
to this mountain
the dwelling place
of the living God
Let me watch the dance of Heaven
That I may learn to move
in Holy reverence
taught by those
who have been perfected
before me
May I keep my eyes ever focused
on Your joy that is set before me
Not to be sidetracked by any sin
that would deflect Your purpose
Let me walk with those
who have seen the King
high and lifted up
Who are ready to celebrate
each day of the new birth
into the Kingdome of our God
and of His Christ
Let me move hand in hand
shoulder to shoulder with the Angels
who with joy are gathered
To watch as they move swiftly
in instant obedience to their captain
Who has been perfected
through suffering
once for all
seated on the Throne
Glorified
high and lifted up
Let me know that I am never alone
but surrounded by this great cloud
of witnesses
On the threshold of an eternity
made perfect by the payment
of His righteous blood
Rejoice and the exceeding glad
as the first notes
of the new song
begin.
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