Aromatic leaves tumble in the air
Undressed trees now stand naked and bare
Towering pines remain forever green
Upholding their resolve to brighten this bleak scene
Mild breezes turn bitter, frigid cold
Now winter is a coming; we have been foretold!
Calm temperance and being at quiet peace
with how God had lovingly made me.
Open-minded and patient with God’s perfect will
which over darkness and evil will prevail.
Not being envious nor deeply desiring
fine splendid things which this world is offering.
Trusting in God’s timely and gracious provisions;
his love, unending mercy, and sovereign wisdom.
Eyes firmly focused on the Lord Jesus Christ
bound in unshakable hope of everlasting life.
Never forgetting God’s ultimate plan for me and you;
remembering his promises will all come true.
Thankful heart while living in God’s good grace
knowing one day we’ll see him, face to face.
Fluttering vibrant leaves paint the misty scene
Amid a chilly wind dancing in the trees
Long needled pines loftily tower and remain
Long after the swaying leaves fall away.
Her smiling face and her voice laced with gentle laughter
Quiet moments resting in her favorite chair.
Long walks around the fields to the hidden pond
Just to hear frogs croak and melodious birdsong.
Clanging sounds and sweet aromas drifting from the kitchen
With sourdough bread and pineapple ham baking in the oven
Busy hands and nimble fingers moving in rhythm
Crocheting a doll, slippers or perhaps a colorful afghan
Grand Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations
With the house full of joyful and elated loved ones.
Keeping us all together on a thundering, stormy night
To lessen our cries, our fear and overwhelming fright.
On a cold wintry day, building a fire in the fireplace
So we can rest in its’ warm, and comforting embrace.
Long, peaceful visits on a quiet summer eve
Such sweet memories that will never leave.
Thank you Lord for this quiet country road
Where I can travel at a peaceful and leisurely stroll.
Thank you Lord for the wide prairie, fields, and forest green
Such nourishment for my soul which hungers for gentle tranquility.
Thank you Lord for this less traveled path through the countryside
For it is the roadway you have shown to me, it is my silent guide.
Thank you Lord for the wild flowers that I see along the way.
A splash of yellow, orange, or purple to brighten my day.
Thank you Lord for the peaceful places to quietly rest
Where I can slow my thoughts and pause from my daily quest.
Thank you Lord for remaining faithfully inside of me
For when I’m most alone, you gently keep me company.
Oh how my temper can flare and burst
and how my unkind words can hurt.
I think that I am so good, so very fine
when suddenly hurtfulness slips from this tongue of mine.
Oh dearest Lord, please help me to remain calm,
Think, and speak so carefully
For sometimes it takes not much for me to
lash out in outspoken indignity.
Must remember to be slow, gentle,
and be selective in what I hear
To protect myself from others’ spiteful words;
their verbal arrows that pierce and sear.
Such inflicting pain we cause each other
just by a hasty and careless voice
But it doesn’t need to be, for God enables us to be kind;
he equips us to make that choice.
So, with your faithful help Lord as you teach
and speak so softly deep inside of me,
Please enable me to show your love by being helpful,
gentle and speaking most encouragingly.
Though it is early evening thick graying clouds cover the sun
Darkness is descending and I sense a shadow of coming doom.
With one lamp turned on I fidget in the semi darkness
I cannot be still; I cannot find peace and rest.
Reports are streaming in describing a night of gloom.
I gaze out the window knowing what will come soon.
Rumbles of thunder and lightning will flash across the sky
As I sit here alone and restless on this pending stormy night.
The wind will sway and whistle through the trees;
Such a haunting, eerie sound that I can’t calm my shaking knees.
Away from the windows I hover breathless and hiding deep inside
Fearing that first crack of thunder coming tonight.
No one to talk to and no one to comfort and hold my hand
As I sit alone waiting for this long fearsome night to end.
I crouch in quiet dread not even bothering to go to bed
As I ponder and wonder about this tumultuous night ahead.
God seems far away right now, though I know that’s not true
He is watching over me as I sit alone in this darkened room.
It is darker now as the thickened clouds are drifting closer to me.
Soon it will be pitch black and I will no longer see
Encroaching danger lies so close by; somewhere near, just outside
Oh here it comes, the first rumble of thunder; the first hint of a long stormy night.
One night I gazed into the darkened sky and saw the fullest moon shining so bright.
It was God’s lesser light you may see to rule at night over land and sea.
It was his night light which he purposed to be glowing brightly as I quietly sleep.
For God’s silent presence fills the night air to comfort me and chase away my fears.
God’s night light shimmers in the blackened sky to fend off evilness lurking in the still night.
He has promised to faithfully stay nearby to keep me safe until the dawn of morning light.
It is his night light you must see glowing ever brightly for you and me.
God keeps all his promises you should know so we would believe and never let go.
Yes it is God’s night light in the sky to brighten up the deepest, darkest night.
He turns on his night light just for you and me so we may clearly see and firmly believe.
He keeps his night light on in that darkened sky while keeping watch through the night.
So we may gently and peacefully sleep as God’s night light quietly shines over land and sea.
Heavenward and joyful
Optimism through Jesus my Savior
Perfect peace and love for all
Eternity
God is whispering, God is whispering; you hear him in the wind and waving trees
You stop to pause and take a rest when suddenly you hear him in the swishing breeze.
God is whispering, God is whispering; his unseen spirit continues to move.
His eyes travel the earth watching those who to him remain steadfastly true.
God is whispering, God is whispering: can you hear him in the lofty air?
He stays nearby revealing himself to those in his trusting tender care.
God is whispering, God is whispering to every one wandering on this earth.
He longs to give us new life through a joyful second birth.
God is whispering, God is whispering; his eternal words are written down
In the Holy Book, in all creation, and on the hearts of those who will share his home.
God is whispering, God is whispering for everyone to be still and hear.
Through his Son he is calling. Can you hear him? Will you draw near?
Setting a Life to Words
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
Developmental Editor | Line Editor
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
Reading fiction with a focus on craft
W.R.I.T.E. Words
Setting a Life to Words
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
Developmental Editor | Line Editor
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
Reading fiction with a focus on craft
W.R.I.T.E. Words
Becky G? Oh, That's Me! 