“Beyond her limits, searching out new sand-
exuberant with life, she takes her stand.”
_by Poet
The ocean breathes with rise and fall of waves,
and with a passion, hunts the peaceful shore
to endlessly roll out her swell that craves
to crash the rocks, withdraw, and thrash once more.
Though calmer wind and current often paves
her tranquil scenes that turn around the score;
akin to peaceful flows of placid streams-
her ripples glow on mirrored moonlit beams.
To be a tree or be the sea,
I don’t know what I would be,
A tree stands tall, but the sea flows through it all.
I would be a tree in a ball,
While the sea is still at call,
I could be a tree with my roots in the bay,
Or a tree dark at night, and the sea another day.
Maybe I’d be the sun,
I’d shine so bright; I would give people light.
I could be the rain wash the sun away,
I would provide a good amount of clay.
I do like the idea of the wind,
But compared too the sun that idea is dim.
I don’t know what I would be.
I guess I’ll be any force of nature,
So, I could mold the earth’s structure,
Like a child is molded by its mother.
If I was a tree, I would soon die old,
Where if I was the sea, I would spend three months frozen cold.
Where if I was the sun the clouds would steal my shine,
That would make poor sun cry.
So down comes the rain and there just wished away.
And if I was the wind, I would just cause a struggle,
So, papa would get mad so I would be in trouble.
This is why the force of nature works as a team,
So why can’t we.
heart beats slow then fast
it is a force of nature
when fear leads the way
The drop that falls,
creates...
Mates with another that drops,
and another, and another...
One day a drop
will become river....
Nothing lost,
all will transform
according nature law ... !
Apples 'n' snakes
A force of nature
for the unredeemed.
Love 'n' grace
The new force of His nature
for the redeemed.
Jesus 'n' covenant
The sacrifice for the new nature
for the redeemed.
Jesus 'n' I
Same nature of the Son
and the redeemed.
5 little Bunnies in a terrible storm.
5 little bunnies very recently born.
The rain-washed out their nest buried in the ground.
Momma bunny was fast carrying them to our mulch mound.
Now high above the water but turning oh so cold.
Wet and getting colder she buried them to keep them warm.
But it was getting colder and she truly did her best, but…
Exposure was setting in before they were safely set.
Then came my dogs pointing them out in the torrential rain.
So we ran out to see what there was to do in gain.
Cold, wet, and stiff one barely moved as we picked it up
So gathering them in the rain for the house we did gallop.
They appeared dead but we wanted to try to save the day
We put them together warming them with a drier with no delay.
Gently drying and warming their fur… they came back alive.
Over night warming was all we could do to help them survive.
It stopped raining that night so the very next morn…
We reburied them together in the mulch pile safe and warm.
Momma bunny found them and raised them just for us…
Now precious great grand bunnies play with boldness in our yard…
Is there truly anywhere
There is total silence?
Even one’s heart beats loudly
An ant’s footsteps thunder
A butterfly whips up a tempest
Trees breathe in and out
And rocks sigh contentedly
- Ugh - Toddlers nearby shatter my serenity
They are louder
Than any surounding sounds
Still, they are
A force of nature
One has to reckon with
August 1 poem #1 in a botanic garden