how do you define love?
Down the aisle
her radiance came
glow upon her cheek
he shared the same
their lips caressed
the vows exchanged
tears fell with petals
joyous hands were raised
*
cling to one petal
it will blow away with Fall
lonely drop
Handful of Petals
Winter cannot douse your warmth
Heart Filled
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Wishing each of you a Valentine’s Day filled with hope and a dollop of love!!!!
Rush of turbulent waves
overtake the sandy bits
I am a mere grain
hidden in the drifts
One who sees beyond
how does He know
the deeps where I lay
His love never shifts
for treasure digging deep
it’s hard for us to grasp
open empty hands
filled with love at last
Photo: “Art in the Sand” ©moondustdesigns 2019
The gift I send is love
you cant pack it in a box
or wrap it up and send it on a plane with a friend
1000 beads cant take its place
red, green and silver ribbon can’t outshine its beauty
it can’t be sealed in ziploc bags with a kiss
village children won’t make it in class
it can’t be hung on a tree
this kind of love was born in a manager
gave up all priviledge
scratchy hay against a baby’s skin
no kingly courts celebrated His arrival
He was despised, rejected
few heard the songs sung for Him
centuries cant outdistance the meaning
sacrifice became love
love became a free gift
it is what I send to my friends in Uganda this Christmas
and to you!
In October I started putting together a package of christmas gifts and crafts for 100 children. Love was placed in ziploc bags. A package went in luggage with a friend who went to Uganda in November. There was plenty of time for the children to receive their Christmas goodies. “The airlines regrets to tell you that your luggage was lost in transit.” I hope somewhere children are able to enjoy the crafts and gifts that were inside that lost luggage. The best gift is the love I can send to my Pawell, Lacor and Gulu family – each of you is precious and loved beyond measure by the King.
she the reason for his smile
he the reason for her song
they in-tune turn the pages
harmony laughs along
watch their seasoned dance
dazzle misty night
the moon knows the reason
electricity takes a spike
I circled her fresh face with my fingertips
ruby red were her luscious lips
spring her blossom ever green
awaken not from this dream
summer harsh it takes the glow
dew’s gone, nothing will grow
our love languish in her eyes
robbing heat I ever despise
colors change, bouquet of woe
her faded lips her time I know
nothing lasts, she is so pale
catch the fall, of her I’ve failed
brightens my day
seasons flow like water
can’t catch red petals
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Appreciation. I have a recent love of red tulips. Sadly tulips do not last.
some children fall in the cracks
swept up in loving arms
(for you) mothering comes easy
loving is never a “task”
Grandmothers take small hands
steer us clear of life’s storm
water their little one’s garden
never says “can’t” always “Can”
her memory flows over sweetly
wishing she still was near
heaven is ever the richer
Grandmother your love was so dear
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In my discussions with people, I rarely find someone whose grandmother wasn’t an influence in their lives. Some of us were raised by our grandmothers and our mothers were either out of the picture or were more concerned about their own lives. To the women who in their elderly years dusted off their tennie runners and game playing skills and most of all loved us for who we were.
Sharing this with Poet’s United today!
yesterday I stubbed my toe
nothing was making sense
my imprints vanishing
closed in by life’s fence
today I followed my footsteps
retraced some of my steps
jumped similar waves
discovered no more regrets
tomorrow I’ll follow my heart
no matter the cost
sing to you and the sea birds
our smiles will never be lost
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Where do you find your younger self?
People to enjoy these last few days with the A to Z Challenge:
Inside or out
ocean tumbles rock to sand
the heart’s the same
The prompt for the WordPress Photo Challenge this week is One Love. Where do you find love?
shadowed sculptured lines
fingers smooth imperfections
artist’s smile
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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