golden rays
open nature’s aperture
out with the tide
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beyond my scope
child’s smile
God’s Majesty
Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand,
And marked off the heavens by the span,
And calculated the dust of the earth by the measure,
And weighed the mountains in a balance
And the hills in a pair of scales?
~Isaiah 40:12
We are told that we are blinded by the things of this world. Ask Jesus to open the aperture of your soul wide to see His love and His plan for you!!!
I had a destination
at some point life was clear
daily had a mission
people who were dear
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in a moment life derailed
wiped away my past
occluded the horizon
dark horror in my path
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I had a destination
at some point life was clear
daily had a mission
people who were dear
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can’t see beyond tomorrow
I’d really rather not
there are no clear options
hopeless I am fraught
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I had a destination
at some point life was clear
daily had a mission
people who were dear
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look not at your sorrow
reach beyond the loss
hold to love in suffering
in Jesus Christ, the cross
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I have a destination
life it now seems clear
draw close to the Savior
to Him you are so dear
What can we do with dark days?
The words that swirl around our heads are a cacophony of misery.
But we can reflect on silent beauty like a tiny blossom in gnarled bark.
Reflect not on this world, but on the eternal hope to come.
Christ has died that you might have an eternal hope and abundant life.
This life, this world is like a holograph.
BUT it is not a facsimile of truth it is a reflection of eternal demise.
Call upon the risen one – He is a whisper away.
“These things I have spoken in a figurative language; but the time is coming when I will no longer speak to you in figurative language but I will tell you plainly about the Father…for the Father himself loves you because you have loved Me, and have believed that I came forth from God.” John 16: 25 &27
“If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, you will ask what you desire, and it shall be done for you.”
John 15:7
I drop my head
worth less of love
hereby detest
things I have done
my shoulders sag
of life’s travails
belated tears
my spirit fails
nights I have prayed
for death to come
you held me fast
await the dawn
the world it hates
your gift of love
it matters not
the Son has won
The enemy wants to pull us to our lowest low. How sad when hope for tomorrow is death.
Have you been at the edge of hopeless?
Even mighty men like the prophet Elijah came to the end of hope. He asked for God to write “The End” as his world caved in.
David was another of God’s chosen who ran for his life from a friend bent on killing him. What determination this man David had, he was joyful even as his enemy was at his heels.
“Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”
~Psalm 43:5
“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”
~Psalm 51:10
Beneath the first light
I raise my heart in supplication
lift me up Oh Lord
off my trembling knees
life’s burdens hold me down
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Beneath the first light
my eyes to meet the sun
reflections on the hill
beckoned to dance
nature all around
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Beneath the first light
I raise my voice to sing
notes like butterflies
I am reminded I am free
no shackles hold me down
“If I have told you earthly things and you do not believe how will you believe if I tell you heavenly things… And this is the condemnation, that the light has come into the world , and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.”
John 3:12 & 19
I was Janus once
a shiny side
a muted side
put all happiness aside
It wasn’t me
it certainly wasn’t you
for one day I was famous
then a hot wind blew it away
I spun the coin
heads or tales
to be or not to be
there’s no answer to the question
but there are always two sides
The prompt for Reena’s Xploration 231 is to reflect on the Poem “How to Be Alone by Padraig O Tuama
Reflect on How to Be Alone
swishing water
all around
waves of colour
splashing sound
child’s smile
in the sun
rays of light
lapping fun
Observing children live life is one of the most calming and rewarding of activities. Watch a child play today…
a word broad and wide
grasp at undeserved beauty
little girl revived
A week ago a Sudanese refugee girl was in a coma – no answers. it just happened. A week later she was awake. Here name – Grace.
Grace is “unmerited: mercy, kindness, and patience” like the free gift given by Jesus.
Like a cherry blossom
you fluttered on my cheek
with a waft of fragrance
the smell of pink
you lingered for a day
perhaps it was two
tried to catch up
with the poem and you
you vanished with the sunset
you flickered out of sight
no sign of the poet
you had taken flight
Reflecting on a dear talented poet Jackie Dick who passed several years ago. We met in the blogsphere and I am glad we had a cherry blossom moment. This poem is dedicated to her and other poets who have taken flight.
We know there are cracks
they lead to despair
but your underlying courage
makes me glad you are there
for the beauty you hold
fragrant like the rose
gives so much hope
refugees hands that you hold
I’m writing this for friends in Ukraine who had the option to leave Ukraine but stayed to help others. Heroic, loving and beautiful even as the cracks deepen.
I just read a blog by a blogger who was really pressing down on herself for feeling that things are so bad. They are and they are not. It’s a matter of perspective.
BUT…
Something that helps so much is expression.
Blogging, art, writing are all forms of media that help us keep from that tipping point.
When I was very active on Social Media (sorry guys I am all over the world at the mo and so blogging is really a back door thing) I was meeting people coming out of Alcoholism, attempts at suicide, a divorce that drove the person batty…
there is that place to go to splash paint and get it off the head and heart.
And there is always prayer…
Reverse Thunder
I hear thunder in the distance
rolling onward like the waves
gaining power it surges forward
and like a child I am afraid
flash and pounding ever stronger
seconds now and it will hit
dark the clouds and growing closer
blowing fragile tree to bits
it has stopped and hovers o’er me
a distinct voice of one I love
in the whispers it is calming
begging help from God above
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texts & photos by @p3ob7o
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Sharing the life changing Gospel message found in Jesus Christ
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Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Poetry by Mich
penned in moon dust 