Forgive me for forgetting
that every breath I take,
every morning that I awake,
every comfort and every ache,
are all a gift from You.
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Forgive Me for Forgetting
Poetry
What Does Silence Know?
What does silence know?
That bite of tongue can be so wise,
the loudness of heartbeats and sighs,
the blossom of creative tries;
this, does silence know.
That loneliness can be profound,
there’s peace away from things that pound,
God-whispers are a soothing sound;
this, does silence know.
I came across a poetry challenge posted on Today’s Little Ditty, founded by Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. She interviewed Joyce Sidman, who challenged readers to write a “deeper wisdom” poem. I’ve had an empty house with no one around the past few days, so silence asked me to write about her!
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Look Not
Look not to what is seen
for it is transitory.
But look to the unseen
for it’s eternal glory.
When a five-year-old looks at the blue sky and says, “that’s my favorite place to look for God,” he is seeking the unseen. And he is seeing a tiny shimmer of the glory of heaven here on earth.
This scripture poem, “Look Not,” was inspired by 2 Corinthians 4:18, as well as a five-year-old’s observation.
Good Friday Wounds
Good Friday Wounds
Wounds on his back
Wounds on his head
Wounds on his feet
For us, our Lord bled
Wounds on his hands
Wound in his side
He endured pain
And for us, he died
His grave wounds were
our sins he bore,
And his great love
Opened heaven’s door!
Winter Heed
For those of us who live in the southern section of the United States, a “true” winter, with frozen trees and snow on the ground for extended periods (like in the photo above), is quite foreign. And even though my South Texas bones might shiver at the thought of living through months of this kind of frigid weather, I must admit, there is something beautiful and magical about this strange season.
Continue readingAdvent Longing
Many rush through weeks of celebrations
towards the birth of our Savior King.
Some look with expectant contemplation
for his splendid second coming.
I long with hopeful anticipation
for a very personal thing.
My loved ones in reconciliation,
oh, then how my spirit will sing!
In the Midst of Miracles
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My husband’s birthday is August 15, and his entrance into this world was a most miraculous event. Here is the true story of his birth, which highlights two important things: The power of prayer and miracles.
Continue readingA Special Offer For You!
The time is near for the official launch of the book that I felt the Holy Spirit nudged me to write. Offerings, A Book of Poetry, will be released on the Feast of Pentecost, May 23, 2021, and I have a special offer for you!
Continue readingThe King
Within a cave of winter cold,
A newborn King gets gift of gold.
The babe is our Lord,
Who escaped the sword,
Because his dad does what he’s told.
A Winter Lenten Challenge
Ice, snow, no electricity, no water, schools, churches and business shut down. The recent week-long Arctic blast was the start of a Lenten season that I have never experienced before. The freezing temperatures presented many challenges for us in Texas and other southern states that rarely experience such frigid weather. However, being shut in with no place to go and minimal distractions turned out to be a blessing! My prayer life was more focused, plus I had more time to write, which was something I was longing for.
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Light of Love 