I do not know?
Dearest young leaf,
Why so melancholy?
Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly.
Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance,
Of colors rich and flaky grounds,
For Thou wilt weep every moment hence,
While Springtime's youth still bounds.
Greet Thy greenness with glee,
For thy root to the Oak remains strong,
Aeolus' fury on Thee has no effect till Summertime gone.
So worry not of what is to come,
Enjoy Thy existence, little one.
Copyright © Michele Nold-Godleske | Year Posted 2005
Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....
Copyright © EMMANUEL SAMSON | Year Posted 2007
“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…
There is a divine reason.
A time for purpose under
the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.
A time to be born. A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
under the beautiful sky.
A time to kill. A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
to build up with a passion and zeal
A time for weeping. A time for laughing…
A time to mourn. A time for dancing.
A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear. A time to make amends today.
A time to get. A time for losing…
A time to keep. And to give
away at our choosing.
A time for silence. A time to speak…
A time for each hour
and day of the week.
A time for love. A time for hate…
A time for war. A time for peace at your gate.
How will you spend the time
God has given to you?
What is your choice? What will you do???
May this be a time living in
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made
everything beautiful in his time!
By Jim Pemberton 05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011
Untie the knot this Christmas,
Have a look inside
At the gift you have been given,
It may be to 'cool' to hide!
Undo the layers of wrapping,
Find out what's hidden there.
Be careful how you open it;
It says, "Handle with care."
Unto you this gift is given,
It's stamped 'FROM GOD ABOVE'.
He sends this blessed present,
With unrequisite love.
Understand there is no motive.
This gift is free indeed.
It's given to each person,
Who truly has a need.
Unlock your heart this Christmas,
Let peace and joy flow through.
Then Christmas will be special;
Especially for you!!
Copyright © Robert Davidson | Year Posted 2009
As spring brings life to all that sleep
Spirit, body and mind renew
Joy reflects in bursts of blossoms
Heralding new birth to God’s creation
As man and nature journey as one
In a dance of celebration
Hope reborn in all that live
As the summer of life screeches by
Visitors invited, welcome to share
Love, laughter, living and dying
Soon comes bittersweet joy of liberation
Knocking, bearing gift of freedom
As mountains rise along the way
As the autumn of life drifts in
The lights of my eyes will grow dim
Yet the hummingbird still sings
Joy of my vision, my rock
Through light of day or darkest night
Like a child I trust, I sleep
As the winter of life arrives
When my tresses turn white as snow
With the sound of my voice just a whisper
Though shallow breath, my prayers ascend
To the joy of my salvation
Just beyond invisible gates
I will in quiet adoration kneel
Note: Written 9/17/09
By Audrey Carey
Entry for Constance La France's "Why Oh Why" Contest
Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2009
While taking a well-earned break
Enjoying the warmth of a sunny day
Feel the soft breeze brush against your face
Catch a glimpse of life renewing itself
Budding flowers, trees and the constant chirp
Of new born chicks tucked in their nests
I am grateful for all these simple things
Another day given with eyes to behold
These magical beauties of God's creation
A feast for my soul and eyes each spring
Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011
Hoars frost upon
Star Magnolia shivers
Begin to set
The ice, snow, wind.. has hope
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
If we read the gospel well,
We notice no one rang a bell,
To announce the saviour’d come,
And then when we learn of his mum,
There’s no mention of her donkey ride,
Or of the animals inside,
The stable were the child slept,
It does not tell us if he wept,
And of the weather? Did it snow?
Well we simply do not know,
It rarely snows in the West Bank,
Would be unlikely, to be frank,
And was Jesus born at night?
Did they at least get that part right?
Well it simply does not say,
It mentions not the time of day,
And that’s not all, not by far,
Shepherds saw Angels, Not a star,
It doesn’t say they gave a sheep,
(They were poor and lambs weren’t cheap!)
The Bible tells us many things,
But did not call the wise men Kings,
It doesn’t even call them men,
It only calls them magi then,
It says nowhere they numbered three,
Or if from the Orient they’d be,
It does say that our Lord arrived,
Lived a good life, was crucified,
Just to take away our sin,
So heaven will allow us in,
And this is the truth I will defend,
But just how can a footstep bend?
Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2012
Birds singing in the warmth of the sun
Flowers blooming means spring has sprung
Your innocence of the world today
May diminish some, but most will stay
I hope you will always achieve
With warmth in your heart, always believe
Wonderful characters in fairy tales
Uncontrollable joy from puppy dog tails
Capture their enchantment today
Hold on to their hopes in a special way
Sparkles in your eyes show you perceive
Their happiness and dreams, always believe
Fallen leaves rustling in the breeze
Gathering pinecones on your knees
Enjoy nature while you can today
Night is growing colder with shortness of the day
The snowflakes will drift on to your sleeve
With the magic of winter, always believe
With an open heart, may you also receive
Belief in yourself, always believe
Copyright © Shani Fassbender | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
There are many holidays,
But only one is Christmas.
There are things that I don't know,
But I am sure of this much:
That Jesus Christ was sent from God,
And we have chosen this date
To observe the Savior's virgin birth--
To sing His praise, and celebrate.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
You don’t have to live…
Like you did before!
I can give you my love…
And so much more!
You don’t have to keep on
“bringing up the past…”
I will give you a peace and joy
that will forever last!”
The chains you once had…
No longer have to hold you down.
I will pick you up and plant you
on solid ground!
You don’t have to live the way
that you once lived…
An abundance of forgiveness and mercy
is what I freely give!
You no longer have to live a life
that is filled with fear…
I will always be your best friend.
I am always here!
You can come to me for a love
that is worth finding…
My promises are forever.
You need no reminding!
You can be a new creation.
Old things passed away.
I am that I am. And I can change
your life TODAY!
I am Jesus. Your provider.
The all-sufficient one.
My arms are wide open for you…
Won’t you come???
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011
The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2009
Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.
Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little
empty house, but when winter comes,
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.
Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009
Shall not prevail this season
Peace to all mankind
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2006
Soul ties are tight like crazy glue.Who could ever get through?Stuck twisted,and
bonded,can't really hide it.
Soul ties:listening to the continuous lies and the fake alibis underneath that dark
Soul ties are so deep that they cause me to creep.Making me feel so cheap
inside where the Holy Ghost can't abide.Because there is so much sin inside of
me,causing my maker to turn away due to the sin I've created that burdens Him
Soul ties are like cancer that will cause you not to answer the call of the parakleet.
Come and be restored.Take the mindset to be free and walk into God's liberty.
Soul ties can make or breaker you.A soul tie with our maker is burden-lifter and a
yoke breaker;the finisher of all my fights with much delight.I don't have to fight
A soul tie can make or break you .Which one will you choose?Or will you continue
to abuse the soul and unite with savages that cannot make you whole?
Continuing the cycles of twists and turns and down in hell where the(flesh) will
Soul ties:which tie will you take?Jesus is on His way.Get it right today without
delay.Release the sin today so you can be on your way.
Soul ties:which one will you choose?Today,again, I say Jesus is coming any
day.Choose to connect with Jesus.He'll lead the way.
Soul ties: which one will you choose?With Jesus you can't lose.
Soul tie with Him today!
Copyright © Crystal Seals | Year Posted 2008
Oh ye harvest moon
hung low and ripe in the night
Bless thou our harvest
May all our hard work
through God’s grace and fair weather
Reap they full bounty.
For Brian Strand's
Hymn of Harvest contest
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday.
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think,
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Even tho you still live on
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
But some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head,
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end.
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts.
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014
You can’t mimic the resurrection
With your astral projection,
Then, wonder why there’s no reaction.
Pride comes before a fall,
Whether you decide to answer his call.
Clarity can only be found,
When you choose not to be bound.
The clock is ticking and it’s the third day,
It is time to evaluate all of your ways,
Look around and smell the season,
All this chaos has a reason.
Blessed are those who walk the narrow
And don’t surrender to their pharaoh.
Enlightenment only comes from truth
The wise find it in their youth.
Simplicity has become complicated,
The paranormal is overrated.
The answers are all at hand,
Only the humble will understand.
By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2014
Did The Lord Build Your House?
This house of ours is “plain.”
But is still standing.
We’re “simple folks...”
By many people’s understanding…
We may not have much of what is
But we have love in our hearts.
And this is a good feeling!
We may not be “wrapped up” in much
of this world’s entertainment.
But we seek God’s peace
and a desire for contentment.
We, as a family, have one purpose
and “calling” in mind.
To seek God’s ways of being
merciful and kind…
Each day we pray with much
thankfulness in our hearts…
For this is where happiness
and gratitude starts!
We’re thankful to the Lord for
his unfailing grace…
And for keeping us together
in this special place…
We’re blessed to have a God who
is truly worth finding.
His word in our lives is precious
and worth memorizing!
“Unless the Lord builds the house,
they labor in vain that build it!”
God must rule and reign…
So his love can completely fill it!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011
We salute every soldier who’s
served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
We salute each member
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
efforts and resources!
We salute the many who
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…
If not for people like YOU!
We salute every son and
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
country is meant for!
We salute the officers who’ve
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!
And our love from within!
We salute our veterans!
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
land, air and sea!
Offering prayer to the
Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
As we observe
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
love, hope and cheer…
May God bless them in
all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
today and forever!!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011
E aster! Born of ultimate love!
A Lamb, unblemished, laid down and died
S ins, each one, was paid in full
T ortured, disrespected, denied, betrayed
E entered Hades, ripped veil, bringing prophets of old, to
R ose victorious, conquered death
J esus Christ, joy astounding, Risen Lord! The Lion and the Lamb
O ver two thousand years, though maligned, still alive!
Y our hopes and mine, all rest in Him
Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010
Celtic Priest stands tall
Village folk wide eyed in hope
Sun will hear his call
Inspired by the Winter Solstice Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Seashell Island
Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months.
The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.
They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday.
as they were called WEEDS ..
The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.
However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .
The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013
The Day My Uncle Died...
I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."
I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.
He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
call or even a letter.
A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.
I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
I could "stop them."
Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him. And I do miss him so!
I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes...
Then someone dies.
Perhaps there's someone in your
life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"
A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."
This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."
Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.
The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short... Our journey's end is so near!
May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
Time for all seasons is his plan,
roaming all of nature’s land.
Flowers bloom, their brightness fade,
Waters of life, we drink and wade.
Flowers spent, with grief we cry,
gazing upon the heavens high.
In seek of comfort, joy, and peace,
birds sing soothing, grief release.
Breath of breeze whispers love,
from the Holy one above.
Trees of shelter for mortal man,
until He holds us in his hand.
Love and peace for eternity!
For: Brian Strand's
Poem of Faith Contest
Won Honorable Mention
July 1, 2010
Copyright © Carolyn Henderson | Year Posted 2010
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012
Growing, ripening, waving
Born to be crushed
Copyright © Anne Linington | Year Posted 2009
Savoir at Easter
My heart beating easier
He is my keeper
Copyright © Sam Blake II | Year Posted 2008
Copyright © Stephen Gentles | Year Posted 2008