My life is a canvas…
May I show your beauty
You have created in every leaf and rock.
May I add color to another’s life by listening
and be gentle to their ears without my constant talk.
May all the kindnesses you have given
to me be displayed in living colour.
May I give your love and beauty to another
By service through surrender in my life and in my walk.
May I follow your pleadings and nudges with willingness,
Love and open-mindedness and not always balk.
May I fulfill my mission each moment, each hour, each day
By doing things in Thy name and walk the narrow Way.
Your love floods over me.
Your love fills me with joy.
Your love quells the quest.
Your love is the best.
Your love calms and sustains me.
Your love challenges and helps me grow.
Your love guides me and brings me rest.
as the writer
reaches for the quill,
as the artist uses colour
and hones their skill.
I seek to learn
as the musician
strokes the right key
I wonder in amazement of all the harmony.
All of nature begins to unfold
in the morning majestic sunrise
or in the evening’s reds and golds.
I am fulfilled in joyous gratitude
as the love of the Creator fills my life.
I reach out to another
to walk with them through strife.
I reach inward now to give thanks
at the end of my days
To live in loving service to share the love in praise.
The river in the mountains of surrender
Calls to me.
Bids me come.
to the cleansing.
to the refreshing renewal.
to the revival.
Come to the river of love
in the mountains of surrender.
The wind winds through the valley
caresses all the trees
Reminding me of the Creator’s love
When I come on bended knee.
When I “feel” broken-hearted
When I forget from where I started…
The wind winds through the valley.
Content she sits with the apple.
No radio, no technology,
No book, no camera.
Just the solitary pleasure
of the apple.
Thankful she still has her own teeth
Her lips pucker in delight of the first sour bite.
How many wonderful stories about apples had she heard?
How many trees grew from just one apple seed?
How many folks would relate to the
simple pleasure of eating an apple
in the dead of winter?
It would not matter…
she was blessed with pleasures of the apple.
Her spirit danced with joy.