Stars and moon have drawn upon the tides, the sun awakening us from our solemn slumber, in unsettled nighttime dreams we do not remember. Dreams that encumber our hearts, for the things that have come upon our earth and lives. But there is One that never slumbers or sleeps, ever keeping a watchful Eye, as dream catchers fly in the vastness of the skies!
“He who keeps you shall neither slumber nor sleep” The Book of Psalms chapter 121
I have always had a fascination with clocks. Once I was given one that struck on the hour, and had a ticking sound. But when it became old and could not be fixed, in our many moves it was discarded. Several years later I went on a venture to find one to take its place.
The following is a little story I have written –
~~~~ A quaint little store, a bell tinkles at the door. The shopkeeper’s hair is white and he has wrinkles with a twinkle in his eyes. I explained I was looking for a clock to buy. There were many sizes and shapes, in gold, wood and brass, their faces encased in sparkling glass. I bent my ear, do they have a ticking sound or strike on the hour? I am saddened, these clocks are all highly fashioned, but they all lack one thing, they do not have a tick or a ring. Nothing! Everywhere I looked, none could I find, little did I know, I needed a clock I could wind…
The rest of the story can be read in my book ‘Crushed violets’ Available on Amazon.com or free on Smashwords.com
Through our busy week with hectic schedules and earthly demands, we have not been forgotten…on this Sabbath ‘eve we have been given a restful day of celebration! **** All things in the past forgiven
resting places have arisen The magic number seven opens the door of heaven This is new to be here I knew not I would rest here things seem so clear here The roses I behold before I had not presence of mind to see the beauty they hold Prone to share this heavenly splendor I seek one as I, to ever press on together!
Excerpts of this poem are from my book ‘Unshaken’ Available on Amazon and Smashwords
The breeze blew upon the trees, the poplar, beech and willow, once providing shade, now their leaves in piles lay, but the old oak tree stands alone, fully dressed, quietly defying the rest. Not one leaf shakes, not one branch breaks. It is unshaken!… Standing below this majestic tree, surveying the strength it is to me, I like the oak, holding on to the the old, must wait in His time to make room for the new. Until then I am left unshaken!
Portions of this poem appear in my book “Unshaken”
And to all across the world, though your season’s beginnings are not as ours, and our time line may not be as yours, did not our same God in His kitchen of old, stir His bowl with a little dirt and water, molding and folding, adding sons and daughters, carving a little space for every man, woman and race? No matter where we live, it does not determine our faith!
Sometimes it can feel like we are in a turbulent sea of thoughts, drowning in a war we are unable to fight, with voices screaming…
In the early dawn of the morning hours, a ship scours an angry sea of thoughts. Troweling on the deep, a fisherman holds the line, while a thought is caught, a larger one than anyone had thought rises to the top, the battle begins leaving the fisherman distraught.
Above the commotion a voice is heard, “Push her down” and an answer says, “How far down?” As far down as the thoughts are buried”
“Hurry cast a line and reel it in with all your fury” And another voice says “It is too big and my mind is too small how can I let go I am sinking? With a body that is weak, with all my strength, on my knees, every muscle, bone and grandiose groan has hit the bottom”
Another Voice is heard, “Leave them alone they will only harm you” The fisherman no longer distraught releases his thoughts into the depths of the sea!
I have written this story inspired by the promise in the Book of Micah Chapter 7 “He will cast all…into the depths of the sea”
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 shine on our backs, the same moon glows on our sleep. The ocean’s waves throb and beat…life goes on until time empties into space, for between life and death, is this not just a stopping place?
“The people will carry on, through hurricane, high water and hell, Through drought and flood, come what may…not a tornado’s fury, nor an ocean swell will prevent us from doing our duty, no matter the obstacles put in our way”
It is not necessarily easy to have a positive experience of a God who is kind and loving, when a child received a negative parental role model. Sometimes we cannot see beyond the shroud we perceived, but in time we are given the ability to choose between an absent God to one who never leaves us!
I fashioned as a child an image of a body covered with a shroud No ears to hear no eyes to see no mouth to speak The robe he wore was old and torn with rips and tears And if you could see his hair it was long and untidy He shuffled with his feet whispering defeat He appeared at night in dreams causing duress That only a child can dream receiving little rest As I grew up this visitor of the past came less often As time filtered through my mind this was just an apparition of something less divine!