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June 26, 2014

Good and Faithful Friends 6-26-14


No words adorned the papers here.  So full, the ink well was.
The quill had waited silently.  The reason?  Well, because.

The poems that this poet writes are few and far between -
and many are the paper sheets with rhyming yet unseen.

The window sash was raised a bit allowing breezes in -
that brought to life my little desk and stirred my thoughts within.

A wisp of air caught paper's edge and seemed to make it say,
"Oh, please don't sit there all alone.  Let's write of God today."

The puff of breeze caught feathered quill and drew some ink up too.
God's spirit seized my timid hand and started something new.

The soft, round curved calligraphy brought energetic drive
to everything inside that room and all had came alive.

His Word brings life to everything - but only if it's read.
for into us, God breathes His truth.  Without Him, all is dead.

God's spirit moves the dust of earth and draws us to His light.
His Word begins to stir us up.  His spirit makes us write.

God gives us paper, quill and ink and all the truth He sends -
for He has given to us all, these good and faithful friends.

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June 10, 2014

Irises, The 6-10-14



I look out of my window.
I'm not at all sure why.
The breezes make some flowers dance.
The movement draws my eye.

So beautiful, the flowers.
Succeeded, mom's green thumb.
I'm pulled back now to life's bright light,
this dark world kept me from.

She aided God's tremendous works
right here where I can see -
the white and purple miracles
that stand triumphantly.

And how the irises have bloomed
without mom being there!
For she had worked so diligent -
the ground, with loving care.

My mem'ry sketches her at work
still pulling ev'ry weed -
and then she watered carefully,
to fill their ev'ry need.

The beauty of the bloom today
was not an easy chore -
and not her efforts from last week,
but work from years before.

The bright and vivid iris bloom
is still alive today.
Mom drew God's great creation out...
before she passed away.

No, she's not here to see them now -
these stately iris flowers -
but she taught me that faithfulness
will bloom creation's powers...

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