Lilies and Sparrows

Terrorism threatens

Unemployment is high

The government is broke

There's drought in the west

Food prices are rising

So much to worry about

What will I do?

Consider the lilies
They neither toil or spin
Yet Solomon, the wisest
richest man in the world
was not dressed as well
as these.

Consider the sparrows

They do no sow or reap

They don't store in barns
Yet Your Heavenly Father
continues to feed them
Are you not worth more
than lilies and sparrows?
So do not worry or be anxious. Your Father knows you need these things.
(From Matthew 6:25-34)

Giving Thanks?

     

                                                      



Why are you worried?













Yummm



Plenty for all

Tufted titmouse joins the feast 



That looks good!





 



Ending or Beginning?

Like a desert mirage    
the promise shimmers
beckoning, tantalizing
but eluding my grasp.

"It's not for you, it's not for you,
It's for the chosen few"
Despair chants the words
that mock the toil
struggle and strain
I wasted, to reach
the unattainable.

With no answers left
I give up.

But what's this? Does God
sing country music?
(with apologies to Kay Savage, Sandra Seamons, and George Jones. )
"Walk through this world with Me
Go where I go
Share all your dreams with Me,
I love you so,
And now that I've found you

New horizons you'll see  
Come take my hand
And walk through this world with Me."

Rain Dance

Rooster crows        
I roll out
rush to work
fill my day
task to task
spinning my wheels
day is done
if time is left
say Hi to Him.

Uh-O

Stealthy as a cat
Drought throttles my soul

Barren, I reap dust.

Lover of my soul
will not give up

He woos me to rest      
in His embrace.     

I am a child again     

as rain
caresses my face,

dances on my arms,

tickles my toes,

washes away the dust.

Let me live in His rest

as a child, carefree

Barren no more.

"It ain't over till the barren woman sings!" see Isaiah 54:1

Some rain haiku

The river catches              
the rain as it falls headlong      
The two become one.

Till the sun takes the
water to a cloud and it
falls headlong again.

Or you could say:

The river
clutches the rain
Inseparable.

Vaporized
by the sun's rays
it tumbles again.

Of Butterflies and Men

Snuggled in a cocoon             
a larva fell asleep
and knew not a thing
until her bed
became a prison.
She stretched
and snapped her bonds
She hadn't been there to stay.

                                                       

A butterfly opened her wings
to the ardor of the sun
She heard the call of the wind
and lifted her wings to soar
She hadn't come there to stay.


She delighted in dandelion
clover and lilac
She danced with her mate
with diving, swirling steps
then slipped away
to hide her eggs
Her life's work done
she departed her nest
She hadn't come there to stay

It was the evening
of her brief day
Her wings were scratched
and torn
Her youthful color fading

Weakened, she fell to earth   
Her helpless feet
pummeling the air.

Gently she grasped my finger
As I lifted her to the sun
her soft wings fluttered
and carried by wind
to a tree, she rested
and absorbed the sun.
Revived, she set sail
higher and higher
till I saw her no more.
She didn't come here to stay.


In the funeral home
an aging gentleman gazed at his lifelong friend and said, "We didn't come here to stay."

Between a Rock and a Hard Place?

A seed tumbled
into a rocky grave
and disappeared.


But the murky tomb
was a womb disguised
Nourished by love
the seed took root
and reached for the light.



Embraced and sheltered
by the Rock that birthed it

the seedling developed,             
matured, flourished,
and became a reflection
of the Creator's love.

Upside Down

In a world turned upside down      
Milk spills, trees fall
Daughters carry mothers
Memory peeks through curtains
Mothers say goodby to sons

And God dies
so I may live.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16