good Friday evening

IN lands far and near in our

quest for peace, our lives
are touched with the pain
and sorrow of our fellowmen

FOR does not the same sun
that shines on our backs
shine on thiers as well?

OUR same moon glows on
their sleep

THE same ocean waves
throb and beat

AS we pray for PEACE!
LIFE goes on until time
empties into space

FOR after all between
life and death isn’t this
just a stopping place?



winter trees

THERE ARE SO MANY!

SOME are sad
SOME weep
SOME have needles
THAT puncture
AND bleed
WINTER trees that
SHIVER and shake
AS they sleep
AND others offer a
HOME to creatures
IN need
THOSE that grow
GOOD things to
Eat
AND then I think
A tree planted by
Rivers
AND streams –
WITH roots
Reaching wide
AND deep
HELPING others
Through
THE storms of life
IS the ONE I might
LIKE to BE!
IF – I ‘COULD’ Be A Tree!🌲

the purpose of a tree

I came across a tree that was
lifeless and had no purpose
that I could see
And I thought and wondered why
had not someone taken pity and
cut it down before it died?


And then one day as I walk by
a flutter of wings by me
fly
And to my surprise upon a limb
some caring one had hung a
feeder of seed and bread
hidden from the sun
Yellow birds
Black birds
Red and white ones as well
all are fellows dining as one

And to me new life the tree
seems to receive
And I am given hope
– When I feel helpless as a tree
left half dead
– Broken limb by limb
– Until it seems from me
all life has fled

Like a tree cut down I can
sprout again!
Am I not as a beggar telling
other beggars where to find
bread?

Or will I like a careless neighbor
by a tree that seems dead to me
walk right on by?

“For there is hope for a tree
when it is cut down that
it will sprout again”
Book of Job

The Snowbird

Upon my frosty windowsill

A snowbird sings a cheerful

Song

Tugging at my heart

Strings

“He meant no wrong
But

No longer could he
Stay
Happiness he now

Has found

No pills nor drink taint

His lips

His fears and doubts

Escaped

And then from the
Windowsill

Saying goodbye he

flies away
Singing

‘Stephen’s Song’

“Don’t grieve for me my

Unbarred cage has set me
Free”

Here below no longer are his

Footprints in the snow!

In memory of Stephen Nieri
January 3, 1968 – July 7, 2011

Advent gifts 🎁

Hope

Is the 1st candle in the Advent wreath!

Called the ‘Prophecy Candle‘
With HOPE we wait expectantly for the
Promise of our Savior born in a manger!

Peace

The 2nd candle also called the
‘Bethlehem’ Candle!

Symbolising the Peace Jesus brings
to the World!

Joy

The 3rd candle known as the
‘Shepherd’s candle!

Symbolizing the rejoicing of
the shepherds at the angel’s
message of their Savior’s birth!


LOVE

Love is the 4th candle known as the
‘Angel’s candle!
Symbolizing the Love of God in
sending His beloved Son to this
earth that we may be Saved!