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As the seasons change,
Spring to summer, on to autumn
With winter closing in, just around the corner
Following close on the hills of a moment
Promising hope to those who know Him
The One who created this November
Whispered light into the sun’s glowing
And breathed joy into the snow’s silence
As the seasons break through
Each reflection of the inspirations
Soothing and beautiful, like grace peeking
Through the soul, inviting the kiss of a moment
A prayer who awakens God’s ear and gentles
The darkness with the shimmer from
Stars who know what it means to stir blessings
In the faded falling of rain showers,
Tender sighs of leaves in hues of amber
And gold – rich mahogany bursting
With the laughter from a heart who knows
His love, His grace… His way
As the seasons stir wonders,
Abiding peace and sweet promises
From the faded expressions of lost dreams
Who keep weighing heavy on the singsong moments
Beckoning through the burning passions,
The lightning fast cravings, amazing
Praising, breathless pleas for His hand
Taking away the doubts, the fears and tears
All the reasons for disillusionment
As the seasons pass – spring to summer,
Summer to fall… autumn to winter…
I can recall the moment when I first knew
The blameless hope that restores my soul
When I can’t seem to even breathe on my own,
When it takes His word, His touch, His love…
To even know the meaning of being sure, assured
Filled with the knowing that He will make a way…
Even when my heart is cold and I can’t feel the love
That I know carries me through each doubt…
And gives me the promise that He is always in control
With Jesus… I know –
The light has shattered the darkness
With a grace that survives every black thought
A love that provides more hope for this world
Than a mind can imagine or a muse can inspire
More … of what is His gift… grows wisdom
Inside the heart who believes, the soul who receives
This love that is alive – in every season, each grief
It is a love that knows and gives generously…
So we’ll never know the meaning of despair or misery
With Jesus…in every season, I know – true peace
It is His peace that brings with it… a reason to be
A reason to believe – a reason to agree…
He is everything I will ever need!
June 6 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 22-24
Key Verse – Job 22:26 For then shalt thou have thy delight in the Almighty, and shalt lift up thy face unto God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO BESTOWS US
OUR DELIGHT IN HIM
Praise be to God for bestowing us our delight in Him as we:
Pray for His power
Prosper through His plan
Progress along His purpose
Persevere by His providence
Perform in His prevailing peace
Job 23:10 Praise be to the Lord for leading us
toward the way we should take in our:
Quest for His blessings
Quietude against burdens
Query about Biblical built-up
Qualms in balancing business-bouts
Quelling from boastfulness’ boomerang
Job 24:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
His omniscience that we cannot hide from as He:
Reminds our hearts of His granted redemption
Restores our holiness graciously along His renewal
Revives our hope through His governing reigning rule
Reinvigorates our helpfulness by His guiding reinforcement
Regards our health, guarding us by His goodness against ruin. Amen!
June 6, 2024
After a soft spring shower last night, the air was washed clean
And saturated mother earth brings to life nature's bounty
Wisteria, Jasmine, and Azeala's scent wafts perfuming the cleansed air
Last night's accompanying thunder and lightning
Brought nitrogen that restores green to grass, plants, and trees
Now renewed shades of green dot the rolling hills, dashes of soft color those spring greens
A gentle zephyr stirs the leaves refreshed from the moisture and rich nitrogen air
Now hidden within the once barren limbs a tiny bird's nest nestled with care
Soon baby birds will emerge to feast on seeds nourished from this spring shower
A gentle spring shower is a blessing for man, earth and beast
Refreshing, restoring, and nourishing so all will be able to eat
Spring showers put in store water to carry the earth through summer's heat
Out on the porch to enjoy air washed of pollen, cleansed, and refreshed
And hear the birds sing at their very best
Last night's soft spring shower assures their life will be blessed__
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest: Spring Showers
Written this twelfth day of April 2013
Winter withers all the meadow’s flowers,
and the frozen hours
paint the woodlands pale:
as the snowfalls thicken,
lindens cast their stricken
branches stark against the season’s whiteness.
Yet I mourn this barrenness less sadly
than I grieve how badly
Shame and Honor fail:
Honor’s stream runs shallow,
Virtue’s field lies fallow,
no heart seeks to cull the rose of rightness.
The spring restores the leaves and petals to the flowers on the thorn-hedge,
but the man whom wickedness has taken
and who has forsaken
Honor’s holy pledge
walks a path of sorrows,
nor can face tomorrow’s
gleaming dawn secure in manhood’s brightness.
— translated from the Middle High German
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The shortened hours of joyful times
When your hands reach, as shadows fall
That comfort me in many ways;
Before the notes of dawn enthrall.
Before stars’ luster fade, then pale
When ardor is a faithful song
And hums on with pure gleam, aflame-
To lift me through where I belong.
Chorus:
Somehow the hint of warmth restores
Our nights so blessed, so blessed in grace
Quieting every tear I hold
Holding my thoughts with your embrace.
Until one last surrendering
On through this moment’s tenderness;
I raise my eyes and start to sing
When love brings true dreams, just for us.
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The Poet’s Ear Contest of Greg Barden
7/26/2017
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Inspired by the Song, ‘At Last’ performed by
Glen Miller Band, lyrics care of Mack Gordon/ Harry Warren
(1941—soul blues genre)
sang by Etta James, Celine Dion, and lately, Beyonce
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxjrfKEU7cA
~ Dedicated to my grandfather who shared
his love for music with me
He comes to me at eventide when all is quiet, still,
As I sit alone in darkening listening to the trill.
Of night birds as they give their call rousing at the gloaming,
To begin the evening hunt and I with them go roaming.
I feel His arm around me as I walk in twilight mist.
I feel His love surround me though I remain unkissed.
He is the lover of my dreams in whom I can confide.
He is the friend and confidant in whose arms I hide.
He soothes my wounded spirit.
He heals my aching heart.
He restores my confidence,
And all my fears depart.
He is no ordinary man whose ego I must feed,
No knight in shining armor upon a great white steed.
He's good and kind and loving though He knows my every deed.
He knows me well but loves me still. He's all I'll ever need.
As winds of change blow o'er the remembrance box,
As He opens prison doors, unlocking paradox.
In this critical juncture, arise with divine vision,
Embrace God's incredible promises with fervent decision.
In garments shining, fresh and new, rich and true.
A new anointing sets us free and inhibitions flee.
Breaking old cycles of defeat, with courage, we now greet
The dawn of possibilities, where dreams unfold.
When a shepherd boy was seen, but God saw a king,
Through His eyes, new horizons we shall bring.
As vessels of healing, we carry God's oil,
Dripping upon the earth, freeing us from curses.
Circle the globe, with the Lord’s wisdom in your heart,
Let the light of the Lord shine, igniting every part.
Words of restorative fire shall escape our lips,
Bringing hope and revival, with every single trip.
For the Lord shall bring new life to this beloved land,
Love the soil, embrace growth, hand in hand.
He rises with healing in His wings, a graceful flight,
Emmanuel, God of hope and justice, shining bright.
His breath whispers grace, restores what's been foiled,
Shutting lions' mouths, undeterred, unswayed.
Again and again, He'll come through without fail,
With restorative power that no hardship can assail.
Just before I crash landed into doubt,
There was a feeling, a quickening, a light
Who poured over my spirit, stirring, inviting
Me to listen to the whisper, the hush
Preventing me from falling beneath the cloud
Worries and fears, the haunting of dread,
Murmuring words of uncertainty, suspicion
Just before I lost the security of home,
There was a sensation, emotional awakening
Arousing my realization that this could be
The moment, the impression, the impact
Freeing me, releasing all the darkness, the black
Sliding like dew down a petal – erasing the past
With all its despair, filling me with surety
Just before I fell into a world of haunting,
Fears tumbling over my heart, preparing me
For the night when shadows would plunge me
Through the melancholic promises of a distrust,
Disbelieving even the greatest of victories,
Like fire burning up the dreams until instinct pulsed,
As if I’d been kissed by the passing breeze of awakening
On the shores of a silent wind, where miracles blend
With hope and peace, faith that weaves a gentling
Breathe of kindness, music caressing the inner place
Where love restores and bleeds joy over sweet grace,
Wonderful leaving the heart with a promise, a oath
To bring comfort in rainbows of expectation, potential
Never giving up… always leaning on the prayers that mingle…
With love that never fades, love that leads us on our way
To the moment when the breeze will finally say…
Yes, I have lived and I have shined and I have smiled,
With laughter, I have carried on – in the brilliance of a thought
Who knows, who believes, who remembers to not grieve
The moment when that kiss reached out, inspiring me to sigh
Knowing I’d been kissed by the passing breeze of awakening…
Forever, I will fly
It is in the grey of icy evenings
When those dimly-lit wishes seem to fade,
A bitter nip, a woe this season brings
The chafing of hope's ardor, delayed.
Even though I grieve during the passage
Of summer’s festive and vigorous trails
How could I not ponder on this new stage;
As the quiet of misty Fall unveils
Reflective pauses where breaths gently ease
The dark and long wait of unanswered squall;
Endowing thoughts with a hymnal reprise
And, guiding stillness with poise that enthrals.
It must be the cold flakes in dusk-like stent
That restores hope with godly contentment.
Sara Kendrick’s A Penny For Your Thoughts Contest
“Hope is faith holding out its hand
in the dark.” ~George Iles
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by nette onclaud
3/20/2015
If I were to find my lost gem
cast among the filth of the swines
I would not hesitate
I would gather it into my trembling hands
with a gratitude too deep for words.
I would wash away the dust of exile,
polish it with tears and reverence,
and if fire were required,
I would not withhold it:
for even flame, in its mercy,
only restores what was alway precious.
But tell me,
how does one gather what death has claimed?
How do you cleanse what has been carried
beyond the reach of hands,
beyond the language of return?
For death . . .
has not merely taken,
It has silence a brilliance,
silenced a light,
hidden a treasure where love cannot follow in flesh.
And so we stand, empty-handed,
not because we would not restore;
but because this gem
has been lifted from our keeping
Into eternity's vault.
Indeed . . .
death has robbed us,
not of something ordinary,
but of a jewel heaven itself desired.
Till the resurrection morning,
when our loving Father will wipe every tear
and call forth His own
What a delightful moment, will that be?