As water represents the truth,
A mirror of the world above,
May I reflect a heavenly view,
And duplicate Your perfect love.
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Lay down what is past
Look beyond this present skin
Lean hard into Spring
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Softly steals the sun to sleep,
softly sun makes snowbanks weep;
feather-soft is evening breeze,
Winter’s brought to softened knees.
Posted in Beauty, Hope, Nature, Poetry, Positive Thinking, Snow, Springtime, Winter Tagged beauty, evening, hope, photography, poem, snow melting, springtime, submission, sunset
Winter’s soldiers on patrol
Changing of the Guard
Head to my devotional blog, Growing with God in My Garden, for more on this topic…
Posted in Haiku, Imagination, Nature, Poetry, Springtime, Winter Tagged changing of the guard, changing of the seasons, haiku, ice, melting, photography, poem, rapiers, snow, soldiers, springtime
Pain erects a snowy wall,
a barrier that you must climb.
To get to me, you’ll have to crawl
around, or over, or in time
your love must melt what hems me in,
breathe warmth of hope in coldest heart;
springtime grace where ice has been
to help this chasm fall apart.
Posted in A Wounded Heart, Fragility, Healing, Imagination, Love, Nature, Poetry, Snow, Winter Tagged barrier, chasm, heart, love, melting, nature, photography, poem, snow, springtime, wall, warmth of hope, winter
Liquid sunshine, rays of gold
Dappled ‘neath the shade
Trickling water, springtime brook
Grass and mushroom, tree and thorn
Reaching to the sky
Froggy chorus, forest hymn –
My Mother’s Day treat was to go for a family hike along a local river, searching for ‘The Rock’. There is a huge rock, covered with fossils, lying within the riverbed. Large enough for our family of four to picnic on, we haven’t been to visit for several years. To access the river proper, we ford a brook – and its damp shores are smothered in marsh flowers. The Rock was not to be accessed this year – the water level was too high. But the hike was lovely – and the serenity of Nature at her best drew out this little verse. Isn’t our world magnificent?