Crushed Violets

With a very relentless winter flowers are late with their charming
faces but ever faithful to rise again!

“Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it” Mark Twain

They lie withered, blue violets pressed
to the ground
Trodden under foot by humanities’
Leaves of green streaked with
Bleed from the offender’s frown
Children’s breaths are hushed
their spirits crushed
Oh little ones, you have died only
to rise anew
Sweetly sleep in your humble tombs
until again you bloom

Paper Dolls . . .

A Spring time reflection!

The poppy flower is known for its paper tissue – like petals!

Every morning I visit the
where the pleasant summer
flowers once grew
the daisies with their
sunshine faces
and lily white petals
until there was a meadow
full of paper
dolls dancing in the middle

And when I had mourned the autumn days when they had all gone to sleep I was given the promise –
not weep
for each have saved a pocket
full of seed”

And paper dolls once again will dance in the breeze!

Sandbox of time . . .

Good Sabbath Morning!

Life is like a sandbox, an hour glass of sand swiftly passing, with a day each week to rest and reflect, to play and spend glorious times together . . .

Each week they had a special day to meet. Having such a good time together, playing and laughing, building sand castles with kings and queens and every imaginable thing.

One day she became too busy and forgot their special day. And now her bucket is too heavy and her shovel is filled with holes. Sand sifts through her fingers having no place to go!

“Don’t forget My Sabbath day of rest
Book of Exodus

My yoke is easy and my burden is light”
Book of Matthew

Oh that we might believe . . .

On the eighth day after the Resurrection

Even after beholding his Lord’s resurrection, doubting Thomas would not believe. Then on the eighth day his Lord appeared to his friends and Thomas believed. How many times we so aptly forget the wonders of His love and the gift of His Resurrection!

The following is a metaphor – when we are tempted to forget to believe!

A dove is preparing for her journey…

“Take me with you” I said
“For you have wings of rest and are
heavenly dressed
and I am weary, my burden is
heavy, seeking peace and tranquility”

Would the skies by bluer?
The birds sweeter?
The flowers brighter?

All that makes me long for something better!

We sped across the skies, the sunrise in its splendor

The sunset as it dies This far her wings have brought me Our flight to heaven’s gates ajar This surely is where I was meant to be For all is peace and rest My head bereft of thoughts of doubt No clouds to cover heaven’s light above And a voice speaks within “Why should I be at peace when those left behind are seeking peace as well?” For perhaps not all in the world has been in vain Some things are true For what is a mind without a thought? Even if it is one of doubt! In a God without a trust? Trust in Him I must! A bell without a ring? Or a bird that cannot sing! In all these things He brings to be! Though the longing in my heart to stay Though I wanted so badly here to go I must to earth return To help others along the way!

Good Sabbath morning . . .

A Sabbath Day Reflection!

As a mother gathers her children . . .

Many gave their hearts to God on that Crucifixion Friday – but many rejected Him.

“How often I would have gathered your children together but you would not let me . . .

“As a hen protects her brood under her wings”

God’s word in Luke 13:34

During our days of fear and doubt, we would be gathered
together, but sometimes we allow it not

Sometimes I wonder
could God be as much a mother as He is a Father to us?

Sanctuary of the Heart

Good Morning On This First Day After Easter Sunday

The search for the peace so desired has been fulfilled!

The wind subsides, the dust abandons its pallor, revealing in the
distance prisms of colors, the journey has been long.. now is seen in
the distance a green oasis of trees with pools of waters
A welcome sight as she walks toward this mirage
Coming closer there is a covering fashioned as a tent
a strange shelter of cloth

Is this where God could be living?
Is this the One she is looking
for the One she could not reach?

Quietly drawing near, a sense of holiness
fills the air, the door to this tent is covered with
a curtain, as she draws it aside a beautiful and
solemn sight meets her eyes

A candlestick with seven lamps of gold
are scrolled with lilies and leaves, filled with
oil for light, both day and night, a table with
bread and drink, symbolizing the body and
blood of the Lord risen from the dead

A veil of angels embroidered in
purple, with threads of gold, fringed with
pomegranates of red, she is taken with the sight
and wants to go beyond the veil, the one torn in
two, while His body was crucified

She is touched “God, did your dear Son
really do all this for us?” Past the inner veil
in the Holy of Holies, is an arc overlaid with
gold, once containing the law of God

The law in the arc is no longer there!
For through His death it is now written in our hearts
What does all this mean, a shadow of the dwelling
place of the One we seek? It is a pattern of the
temple residing in heaven!

A story based on the description of the Sanctuary
in the Book of Hebrews Chapter 8

It was a solemn occasion…

April 6th – Maundy Thursday Evening

For a new celebration of remembrance was given!

As the Lord gave to His friends

Bread given for His body
The Passover wine for His blood

For the Paschal Lamb would the very next day
be offered in His Crucifixion

The invitation is given for all to partake

For there

Is plenty of room at His table, a table draped
In white linen, bread and drink freely given

Candlelight reflecting the Last Supper until
He returns taking his children to heaven!

Good Wednesday evening . . .

On this 5th day of April at sunset – Passover begins

A sacred observance taking place among the Jewish people

commemorating the story of the Israelite’s departure from ancient Egypt, commanded by God, that His people will always remember their deliverance from slavery!

“In that day I will set apart the Land of Goshen
where my people dwell…

Exodus 8:22

In the land of Egypt a pallor has spread, death is imminent
all sits in darkness but the Land of Goshen where God’s chosen people
wait for deliverance… And so Moses took his staff in hand, for he had a
plan to lead God’s people out of their slavery land

Before Pharaoh he cast a rod, a serpent appeared, Pharoah
became scared, to this stubborn man Moses said “Let these people go
or pestilence and plague will come upon you and your people”

Then Moses struck the water, the River Nile turned to blood
frogs invaded Pharaoh’s palace, into piles the frogs were heaped
dust was turned to lice and and flies, flying upon man and beast

And all his people pled with him “Let them go” but once again
he would not answer, until the angel of death struck his son, then this
frightened man said “Into the desert wilderness take your people

that they may worship your God in heaven” and so the great Exodus began!
Multitudes of people were driven from Egypt, Pharaoh changed his mind
God was tired of his lies! Following close behind the king
sought the people, but this, God had forbidden

A large sea appeared, God split it in two, on dry land His
children passed through, on the other side they sang and cried

“We have been saved, but Pharaoh and his army He cast into
the sea, the waters swallowed them and they all died, let this story be
told to our children and to all generations!

And now the following day all these people shall celebrate the Passover Feast
It is a festival to the Lord!