The Spider Hotel

“Every year they packed their bags with their spinning wheels”

Spiders can be creepy and scary and sometimes frightening,
but they can be funny and whimsical and fun to watch. One
day when I was walking, I came across some juniper bushes
with some spider webs spun amongst the branches. I thought
about how diligent and earnest these little creatures are.

Every year they packed
their
bags with their spinning
wheels

To spend the summer
in bungalows

on green juniper bushes

where the wind doesn’t blow
hanging from balconies
high in the air

With green fern and
monkey flowers they sit
in their chairs

spinning away as their

babies play

They are proud of their

bungalows and feel
like the elite, their
suites are the best

The other spiders are
late and stay as
guests on the bottom
floor
visiting their friends
next door

In the evening they gather
together to share their
tales and play their
fiddles on bended knees

To eat Juniper Berry pie
and watch the dance of the
fireflies

The little spiders sang and played
the yellow moon rose and with
a yawn their eyelids closed

The season flew by as they
busily spun, a spiders work
Is never done

The rainy season came and

they packed their bags
and said their

farewells – But they would be
back next year to stay at
The Spider’s Hotel!

🌟 An evening⭐star💫🌟

Wishing God’s Blessings on this Sabbath Eve
May you find rest during these peaceful hours!

“An evening star dressed in its gown of sparkling white”

Have you ever felt like the load is too heavy, as if we were
carrying the weight of the world, the sky seeming to fall on
our shoulders? The earth below us swallowing our steps?

There is a time between dusk and twilight
shadows filling the sky, the sun grows weary
and bows its head, fading in the west
and then dies. An evening star dressed in its
gown of sparkling white rises in the west, it

is a happy star with a smile on its face

it feels important . . . holding up the sky alone

One night it gets tired and begins to fall calling to the
rest – hurry quickly – I can’t hold this up any longer
the weight of this sky is too much**. . .


I wonder sometimes, do we get tired of holding
up this world, forgetting we are not alone, there
is a God working through others to help us to do
His bidding?

**These are selected verses from my
poem ‘An Evening Star’

The butterfly and the bee . .

A Summer Reflection!

“Shiny colored wings in a pretty yellow dress”

“He stuck his nose in a fragrant pink rose

Among branches with green dappled
leaves weaving through shadows and
sun, a bright cocoon sways in the
breeze
A butterfly emerges on a summer
afternoon
brightly fashioned

enchanting and elusive with
shiny colored wings
in a pretty yellow dress
sipping nectar from a fragrant rose. A bee stops by to say hello, and the butterfly
replies – “Why is your dress so drab and dreary, you busy bee
why aren’t you pretty like me?”

The bee looked her in her eye –
“If it weren’t for me there wouldn’t be daisies – no – nor apples
on apple trees
no nectar for you to drink
nor honey stored for a cold winter night!”

“So you see, what would you be without me?
Perhaps we can sit down and be friends and have a cup of tea!

The wounded rose . . .

The Rose Of Sharon


In memory of my loved one
I planted a rose garden
tending it with care
watered with tears
that overflow
watching it grow
until I began to crush
my wound
pressing it harder still.

When it came to mind –
The Rose of Sharon* has known my grief and borne my sorrow
too heavy for me to carry. And though I did not know, He bent down
low, whispering – “I know My sweet rose, and understand!”

*It is not clear who ‘The Rose of Sharon’
is, but Biblically speaking
many like to think it refers to our Lord.


the smallest of seed 🌳

A mustard seed of 🌻faith

The smallest of seed has grown to maturity
planting a tree
Putting out branches that the birds of the
heavens can rest
May we have this faith

We are encouraged to have

the faith of the mustard

seed and nothing will be

impossible

We will be given help to

endure all things that come

upon us!


Inspired by the ‘Parable of the Mustard Seed’

The faith of the mustard seed



Nostalgia

A Summer Flower Reflection!

Fragrances of flowers can bring back memories of long ago, sweet scents
of perfumes

perhaps turning a sad memory into a happy one!


Sitting on the blue quilted chair in my nightie
I watched intently as she dressed for the party
my elbows resting on the table.
As she slowly drew her dark stockings then
pulled a slip over her head, gracefully stepping
into a black dress clinging to her thin little body.
Her dark hair combed with care, pulled back
with a shiny barrette and with a finishing touch
a necklace of pearls and matching earrings.
She stood before the mirror, a light from the
window falling upon her – and she was beautiful!
Like a lustrous pearl in emerald green grass – and I
loved her so much, even though she was out of
touch with her little girl. Reaching for a small
lavender bottle of perfume, she applied the sweet
scent behind each ear and then smiling at me
dabbing a drop on each of my cheeks with a
teasing grin. It melted into my memory, my
skin was perfused with the scent of my
mother, as she bent low and kissed me goodbye!

Weeping sunflowers . . .

Do sunflowers ever cry?

Where once your smiling faces chased the sun

Y

It’s been 6 months since the devastating Ukrainian War began! Starting in February of this year, when in a few short months their sunflowers would begin to sprout and grow, but for [now] are never more!

Where are your fields now, Oh weary ones of war?
Where once your faces chased the sun!
Your apron’s nourishing seeds
feeding your nation and world!
Now artillery and smoke have hidden your smiles
your golden vials of oil are broken
But down below your hardened soil your precious
seed is hidden, your tears will sprinkle your
meadows, bringing your smiling faces once again!

summer vacation. . .

A Vacation Reflection!

Can anyone relate to
going on a
vacation with a head
full of worries and
concerns until it

SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE TO LET GO AND HAVE FUN?

I’m going on vacation, but I’m leaving behind
that part of [me]that fusses and fumes
insisting on taking excess baggage that weighs
me down! My baggage will be easy and light.
Just what I need from the chatter that doesn’t
really matter!
Just even for an hour would do,
to introduce a new thought or two!

Good blessings on this Friday evening. . .

On this first Friday of August 2022!

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!