Winter lifts Spring’s veil – As the Dawn, no longer frozen solid, Warms the landscape of our hearts.
Tulips with rosy faces in gardens blush – Their petals color the landscape like nature’s paintbrush. Thundering Spring clouds, herald the ancient call to till the rows – As farmers pray for ploughs And for rain from heaven’s windows. As if in response, sudden Spring showers, water brooks and streams and flowers. All nature standContinue reading “Ode to Spring – A poem”
We are not what we appear. No matter what you may otherwise hear. He created you and I to live in eternity, In the image of His own immortality.
The coming of Spring as you know – Teaches many things: such as the magical gift of letting go. For, after all, who among us sits at their front door, steadfast in a heart longing full of Spring dreams – awaiting its glorious golden gleams, beckons waning Winter to come back in?
Winter’s weary hand looses its grip – A sure promise of Spring’s coming embrace. February’s painted dawn, a canvas of pink and yellow light, shimmer like daffodils dancing in the daylight Sunset’s deep oranges and reds, Hang in the evening sky, foretelling ripe fruit to come in the gardens of life. All of these –Continue reading “An oasis of splendor – A poem”
Teetering on the edge of hope – with stilts of peace to steady my feet, I walk through life in blind faith – knowing that: ‘Though bleak clouds may dim the horizon, The moon and stars will shine in their time, The rain will come in its season to the land, The earth will bringContinue reading “Teetering on the edge of hope – A poem”
In each moment, life holds its own sacred promise – Borrow not from moments of future increase, Nor, scour moments of paradise best left behind – Lest today, you spend its precious moments, holding on to the wind.
The privilege of work: To engage in some activity at home, Or in the spheres outside of it. The employment of the gifts of your hands and your mind, Is a tribute to the Creator. The Creator who, Left his garden– the world, for us to look after. Each moment of work paid or otherwiseContinue reading “No small thing – the privilege of work”
The dream since childhood; Live a life pleasing to the Father in heaven. Live with a desire, to not speak of faith for many think, “religion” — and turn away. But to live according to the Word, None can claim to accomplish the goal, by any means. But, alas any attempt to touch the divine,Continue reading “This frail soul”
It is the season for warm nights by the hearth. It is the season of close friends reminiscing days and times gone. It is a season that commemorate: friendships, family, hope, the star of Bethlehem, and The Rose of Sharon. It is the season of celebration. Whatever you may call it, it is what itContinue reading “It is the Season”