Such a sensitive and succinct poem in truth, so worthy of a re-blog here, thank you Isabella.
Category: POETRY
A RE-BLOG POST -When tears will hold water
Poetically superb, ready for a re-blog here, Merci Isabella.
We are not floating in compassion yet
Still no need to fret in our compassion debt
One day our tears will hold water
In a new quarter
No longer kept at bay
Ending that needle in the hay
Stacked against us
Throwing us under the bus
Light a new form of transportation
Complete and utter restoration
No more boast in a boat
That will more than float
Love will gracefully deliver
A brand new river
The lion of Judah’s roar will become like an oar
Rowing us safely to the sure,
the new and oh so true;
I love You
A RE-BLOG POST I was created for Joy………….
O, that virtue, Joy, is pressing into my heart these special days, and you write about it so well, thanks my dear Friend, worthy of a re-blog post here for everyone to receive — Joy!
O! Sacred One
I sometimes forget
That I was created for joy
My mind is too busy
My heart is too heavy
Heavy for me to remember
That I have been called to dance
The sacred dance for life
I was created to smile, to love
To be lifted upwith high spirits
And lift my fellowmen up
O! Sacred one
Untangle my feet
From all that ensnares me
Free my beautiful Soul
That we might dance
The dance of flawless crystals
And that our infectious dancing
Might be contagious to one and all
As I was created only for Joy……………………
A RE-BLOG POST What is a Blessing?
This post caresses the meaning of being thankful, that I wish to re-blog it here for others to enjoy, Thanks, Daryl.
What is a blessing?
But a share of
A taste of heaven
A gift of Gods’ love
Of nothing deserved
But one of pure grace
Let us receive it
With a grateful embrace
A treasure to cherish
Shared in many ways
If we are aware
We will be amazed!
Just a reminder
Of this message true
As a child of God
You’re a blessing too!
A CALL FROM ON HIGH
A Pexels
Poem by Thomas Troeger
A spendthrift lover is the Lord
who never counts the cost
or asks if heaven can afford
to woo a world that’s lost.
Our lover tosses coins of gold
across the midnight skies
and stokes the sun against the cold
to warm us when we rise.
Still more is spent in blood and tears
to win the human heart,
to overcome the violent fears
that drive the world apart.
How shall we love this heart-strong God
who gives us everything,
whose ways to us are strange and odd,
what can we give or bring?
Acceptance of the matchless gift
is gift enough to give.
The very act will shake and shift
the way we love and live.
Aren’t we all called to climb the mountain of life with these aspirations?
A RE-BLOG POST they trod before me
O! these special souls rejoice in being honored! Thank you, Sharon for this sharing.
pilgrims, sailor, farmers.
rough, unlettered, drinkers
an old land, a new land
they left me grit, faith
love for land, even just a bit
an anchor, a place
today, this prayer
swoop them up
into Your place, love them.
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