A single star shines for infinite
Springing into action flashes of light
Meters are charged at the sounding-board
Wings transparent with patient passthrough
Bubbles of light bounce off the beach
mirroring vibrant colors
The merchant ship seeks a star
Eager for direction
Snowflakes emulate fading away,
a single star forever shines bright to infinite and beyond
Could you collect her if she was taken out by a rebellious rocket
Would her boarding pass be found in her burned-up pocket
Evil screams another sound,
Leading innocent graded to the grieving ground
No sirens honking the horn just families left too mourn
Wondering why loved-ones were shattered while airborne
Weaving war leaving the sky bare,
Let’s overcome hatred with strength and prayer
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Forsythia so bright and yellow
Yet diamonds strain the hyacinth-stem
Her smile is more precious than glazes of gold and the glitziest of gems
Rain pouring down on a seaport-town,
She’s jumping over puddles missing me be around
Strike one, two, three goes the ball
With bases loaded I risk it all
Thank God it is only the fourth-inning, I am grateful for today and another new-beginning
“An Enchanted branch “
Does God really place eternity on our heart?
Does He really choose the branch of His own planting
If so, why quicken qualms with raving and ranting
Advertising said Ford has a better idea, it’s better I blanch real-estate as my career
Maybe it’s a pail of pride or just a man -thing,
If it is God’s pick, I know she is eloquently enchanting
God is always talking. There is a man that is financially poor at my church and he is not ashamed to say he accepts donations.
The first time he mentioned this to me, I was a little taken-back. I think I responded, “Yeah me too.” Like most people, I prefer to give voluntarily rather than be shaken-down whether it is on a city street, in a hot summer subway or in a church.
As time went on and my economic situation improved, I gave a few shekels to this man when it was unsolicited. I did it anonymously to avoid encouraging his behavior each Sunday.
Well…today the Lord placed on my heart to give him a few bucks directly. I wanted to know this thought is of the Lord so I prayed about it. I ask God if this is of you, let my Psalm/Proverb of the day pertain to the poor.
I open my daily app on my phone and sure enough the words “Blessed is he that considereth the poor.” – Ps. 41:1 are etched across my screen.
I knew God spoke to me. I share this story to show how God often speaks to us. We just need to ask.
I feel good about my small contribution for there is joy in giving and helping others. God always provides to those that trust Him.
He is also always talking. Just ask and listen.
Along a dale of rivers refreshment flows effortlessly
Pails of rain deliver abundance for us to see
Tasty and liquid waters brought to earth by his daughters
The rain keeps pounding always astounding
Open knocks click my door, love bleeds out from my credent core
Clapton says “Let it rain.”
God speaks refreshment.
Containers of lids, sealed bids, a heart can close at anytime
Shanks of tools playing by the rules
awaiting a gracious new-bloom
Fresh-flowers for us to see, opening one’s precious and purposeful eyes
City of lights, bridge the night for an amazing journey
The vision is partially whole,
teaching me my role, enchanting hope and dreams
Counting cost, letting go of loss, a bridge connects a new-life
People get ready, it comes so fast, quicker than the past, brightness blazes across the river
The lights will feed another need for the time is here and now
Before you are pulled out on a blank canvas gurney, always enjoy the journey, golden-oil fills the sound.
What if you’re a boy of the summer striking out Derek Jeter? And that is your claim to fame
What if you were the pitcher for his very last game?
Hundred 62 games played in the season
If you strike him out almost seems like treason
Separating toys of words from chalk and cheap
Interrupting moments of sleep
Shouting whispers of this and that
With the eye of the tiger for one more at bat
Walked, talked, plenty of chatter,
you always remember your favorite batter
Bon Jovi says the poet needs the pain
a drought will always need the rain
Rain in due-season is more than refreshing
bewildered words court is in session
The darkest of nights end endless-lights
Lancers and lovers have no rights
This is only a mountain
Mountains behoove, mountains move
this is only a mountain
Questioning kinks from the sickly,
this mountain will move quickly
This is only a mountain,
You WILL will get over it!
Spinning and winning a weathervane sails vigorously propelled by the breeze flipped by the flapping of a blue-bird’s wings
A robin sets sail singing her song she sweetly brings
a tunnel gets funneled while a breed creates a home-filled half
The two make one the same way a bloated bull spins off a calf
Spending a secular-season joining God’s creation
Bringing seeds of treats to the nest brings the birds elation
Which way do they need to go? Certainly nature will guide the show
Crossing channels tweeting sagacity in selection
Met on the ground, joined in the air whistling natural-selection
It winks well. It works well! Completely refreshed at a pumped-out well.
Peace forever in a blessed monumental gazebo