I’m out to plant spring flowers
with little feet in tow.
His eager hands will churn the soil
as gentle breezes blow.
His tender feet will grace this place
and leave sweet prints behind
to create patterns of delight -
his garden art to find.
As temperamental winter bows
to steadfast warmth of spring...
most cherished of my flowers grown,
my wild one on the swing!
I'm going to the garden
to chase a little boy,
buzzing like a bumble bee...
an afternoon of joy!
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
the squinting child,
with hands firmly fixed
and stride in rhythm
with his proud smile,
off he did scoot
my precious my
As he sung of joy,
and his loving
off he did scoot
tumbled off !
not a tear did he shed,
he did not cry
he simply laid back and stared;
at that blue
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2011
It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
they have made trails of guilt
worried into my heart
then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...
For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed
Peace from your love still reaches through death
and through your eternal love I am reborn
It is Good Friday.
When God took your spirit home
and left me dying to know,
how to love him for his sacrifice
when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?
Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
and it has been your love the kept me whole
that taught me how to be reborn
for even though your body has gone
your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul
My being and existence came from your womb
my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.
Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
but in your living strength and loving example
you showed me how to live a life
open to our Father's gift
We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
what of my soul will rise with his?"
And now sitting Easter morning,
holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.
He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending
I honor your love by giving it to my children
and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew
you have never left me
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart,
showing me proof our Father's blessings
because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up
to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
to be humbled by the grace and mercy
that could forgive such lost lambs as I
Copyright © tara jennings | Year Posted 2013
Song of Spring
Rejuvenate! It’s time of spring,
creation’s sweet rebirth.
And now we need not feel the cling
of gloom upon this earth.
It’s time for thankfulness. Rejoice;
in flowered meadows dance!
Praise God and lift a happy voice
with fellow celebrants.
Refresh yourself. Dip hands and toes
into a rushing rill.
Feel sun on skin as water flows,
and let your soul refill!
A time of reverence too. Recall
how Jesus paid the price
and gave his life to save us all,
the greatest sacrifice.
Reflect! Behold the blossomed trees.
Inhale the fragrance of
the lilac’s sprigs; hear drone of bees,
and ponder Christ’s great love.
A time to start anew. Revive!
Along each mountain slope,
the earth bathed green has come alive
with beauty, life, and hope.
for ten hour/ten day hymn/song contest by Deb
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known.
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found.
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not.
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow. Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain.
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in?
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.
Copyright © randall graves | Year Posted 2013
with squinted eyes and pursed red lips
like any little child in time
but that you are mine
ask me..why are we sitting outside
I want to go Inside
your mind cannot yet grasp
the answer I know to be true
that one day a hundred years from now
when we have turned to dust
when you look at his light to Thank Him for your journey
you will pull this memory
out of your heart
like a diamond
glistening in the sun
and say ah..look how exquisite
look how exquisite
Spring Day; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker 2014
Copyright © Susan Walker | Year Posted 2016
It was with almost joy
that I watched at my father's
deathbed. His struggle
to let go
of his body and thoughts
was like being at a birth.
But now I'm not so sure.
Now that I'm back
with my life.
who will never, never
see his daughter again
I feel the man's presence
in every third thought
as one who went before.
Twice that Spring he said
Rob, I'm dying
but I failed to ask my question
What is it like?
He wouldn't have been able
to say. Not
because he didn't know.
Because it's so
much like living.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
(This is a fictional poem)
I've had the same mattress for over twenty-five years.
When my teenage son was having sex on it, a spring went up his rear.
It went up his ___ and it got stuck.
I caught him in my bed and he was out of luck.
I was very mad and I started to shout.
A proctologist had to come over to get the spring out.
I knew he had been having sex because he was wearing a rubber.
I tanned his hide and you should've seen him blubber.
He thought he'd get away with it but he did not.
If I hadn't been too cheap to buy a new mattress, he wouldn't have got caught.
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2007