Woods and the Rising Sun
Woods and the Rising Sun It’s always a treat to be outside to meet the morning sun. The woods are at their best even for an audience of one. #getoutside. #PhotoPoetry.
Woods and the Rising Sun It’s always a treat to be outside to meet the morning sun. The woods are at their best even for an audience of one. #getoutside. #PhotoPoetry.
I think a lot of people would be better served if they could sit here for a week, or even two. The isolation, creation so perfect, in thought and silence, would be better than we…
Some awake, and dread pins them to the warmth, a sigh instead of words to say. Then, another looks at morning, embracing, God has granted me another day!
It’s after 1am. I am wide awake. I couldn’t sleep if I wanted to. Not now anyways. This election for the President of the United States is not over, yet. Sitting here, I can still…
It was 39°F, and the breeze was doing all it could to be upgraded to a full-fledged wind. After my eyes adjusted I was amazed at the light, even with no visible moon.
It was you I came to see, I chose this to do with my day In tears, I left, just how much do these troubles weigh Tone, I can handle some, but I tripped over…
Go to some quiet place, exhale, bow in reverence, and just pray.
List every little thing you are thankful for if you need words to say.
I walked in the woods. I walked on crusted snow. There were no other foot steps. There was no trail. I followed some animal tracks, but mostly just the lay of the land. The crusted snow was slick in spots but I thought of how much more difficult this walk would be in the summer months of growth.
Then right in the middle of overtired, battling every cold that comes home, body aching, attitudes in need of adjustment, and a list of things to get done that just won’t quit; there is peace in prayer.
Last Sunday morning I found peace in a place I’d never been before. Sitting on the top deck at the rental house in Waves, NC, I prayed, I wrote, I listened, I drifted, I sang,…
Often times, as I stroll through the quiet, God created, wild places, I find myself praying, if not, talking with my Lord. In those moments, the balance of life, my peace of mind, and feeling…
Pray pastor, please continue to pray, so I don’t have to raise my head or open my eyes. I wish not to wipe my eyes, nor do I care to address the shortness of breath…
Outlook, everything. Inner peace. Divine necessity.
Perfect, I’m not, take the will from me Lord to cast a single stone If it never hurts then how can I profess to have grown
Lord take the memory from my minds eye lest it should be Because I’ve told myself what I saw I can’t unsee
Listening to old hymns I pray to ease my troubled heart. The enormity fades…my burden gladly bearing…how great thou art.
I continue to pray for peace, something to ease my mind. But I close my eyes and rest is still impossible to find. Please help me Lord cuz the devils calling for a play by…
The Lord said, “I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.” But I sit here thinking on and longing for the good ole days, the past. …
I don’t know exactly what you are going through today, but I am praying. In the chaos, frustration, and inconvenience of difficult minutes, hours, and days, look within the seconds and identify that which you…
Thanks to Facebook, I answer this question a lot, What’s on my mind? Usually I answer that question quietly, to myself. Since last night though, I have noted a few things that are wandering through…
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Pray for Boston.
April, 2013 ~
This weekend I drove my parents to New Brunswick, Canada, where my mom was born and raised. The trip was planned, and made, to visit with my Aunt Janette who is currently sick with cancer, in the hospital. We arrived in Woodstock late Friday afternoon and visited with family throughout the evening and even into the wee hours of the morning. Another aunt of mine, a second double cousin, and I stayed at one of my mother’s double cousin’s house. My parents stayed with another of her double cousins. If you are not familiar with the term ‘double cousin’, it goes something like this. A long time ago three brothers married three sisters … the definition: A set of brothers from one family married a set of sisters from another family, so their children will be double cousins (meaning they’ll be cousins with the same people on both their mother and father’s sides). Not only that, two of the families actually lived on the same farm for a while, but that’s a story for another time.
I sit here at my keyboard tonight, trying to procure rationale from the chaotic swarm of thoughts swirling in my head; In doing so, I try to separate the thoughts of anger that bubble up…
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