Blinding Grace

Line by line

 

Time,

passes, encompassing the soul

in exuberant joy.

Changing  life in fits and starts.

 

Turning, sweeping, leveling

like Autum wind,

Melding  new and old

into One.

 

Creating a blinding image,

more beautiful and rare

than eyes like mine deserve.

 

God,

in His infinite glory and faithfulness,

Pours out Grace upon Grace

Leaving me face down

in Wonder and Praise.

 

These Daughters of Mine

My loves. The sweetest things. How can I be so blessed?  Thank you, my son for them both. Treasures I cannot hold in my hand. Words are not enough. I want to cry and dance at the same time when I see them. These daughters of mine are music, memory, my peace, my eternal hope for tomorrow and beyond eternity. These two are more than joy. I am certain it is a girl thing. A God gift. I am full to overflowing.

These daughter of mine.

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My heart

Grandma’s love

Raising tiny hands

For joy of life

So sweet

Summer Morning

Overgrown green, moving downward

Straying unconstrained,

By nature, rampant, running tangles.

 

                      Blazing color

 

Bursting forth, by both self and soul

Safely contained,

In overlooked whitewashed vessels.

 

                   Summer Morning

 

Summer Morning

Symbols, seen and unseen

Blazing heat, shade in shadow

Centering, rounding, promising

Freedom

In a summer morning garden

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Summer Morning

Perfection in line, creator’s grand design

Simi Tree upon whose life the sun’s light behind

Closed off all Love once known, reflected darkness

Tomb and stone, Agape wonder toning greens

Symbols yet standing, seen, unseen in

Musings on Blazing Summer Mornings

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Summer Morning

image

Blazing tropical lady, blooming full

Nodes, needles, secret pockes holding pools

Honored guest, but for a nat’s breath-Garden Queen 

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Summer Morning

Blazing stags, well traveled, pot-bound

Boasting a decade’s wealth-smothered, soiled, sunned

Bursting color deck-side, Horned King as morning dawns.

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Summer Morning

Angels help us to adore Him

Cherubs crowned in living green

Offering gifts before the Throne

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