Slow Start

Pulsing hum of airplane overhead

He, knees to nose, sleeps in a chair

She calls lazily from bed

Hubby rustles in back

Burnt toast smell in air

Sweet tea with cream

Saturday

Morning

Off

From a devotion

Summer of ‘77

Out the plane window, quite a sight.

Excited about her first flight 

and the summer she’d spend away.

She mulled over words of a hymn,

her ponderings became so dim.         

“God thrills my soul,” the hymn did say.

“Jesus means more than life to me.”

She was thrilled about many things:      

 (This she recalled with some dismay.)

cute guys, cool cars, this summer trip.

So many things made her heart flip.

But did He thrill her soul? No way.

At church, she felt most always bored.

Determined, she would seek the Lord

for her entire three-month long stay.

From summer’s start to summer’s end,

she asked the Lord to be her friend.

She read her Bible every day

and joined a church and helped them there.

Became more intimate with prayer.

Felt God’s presence in work and play.

Made strong, enduring Christian friends.

Now, on Christ’s love, this girl depends.

She learned that it’s great fun to pray.

On journey home, feelings intense,

she sang the hymn with confidence.

Writing to God

Lord, I Pray  

Hi Lord, I love You.

I pray that our hearts will connect
and that I will love what You love
and hate what You hate.
I want Your guidance.
I want all You want for me.
But most of all I want You.
You’re it for me.
Lord, help me love as You do.
Thank You for wanting me to love You
with all my heart, soul, strength and mind.
May I continue to grow in You
and become more like Jesus every day. 

Nonet

Thinking Place



Worries of the world wrangle within

Shaded wood, old broken bridge calms

Fresh blossom-scented breeze cheers

Dragonflies buzz above

Brown, curled leaves twirl by

Gnarled twigs rush past

Cold water

Bare toes

Ahhh!

July 24, 2012

Argument

Door opens and slams with squeak and bang

Clock rhythmically taps out time

Light shines through dust particles

Fly buzzes in next room

Chest rises and falls

Frig softly hums

Silence shouts

Alone

Still

July 23, 2012

Hands

I pray for Your will to be done

through  my hands:

when they touch

when they carry

when they work

when they type.

Whatever they do,

Lord, let your beauty

establish the works of my hands.

July 22, 2012

Watch Your Step

Infatuation betrays like

sheet rock in the attic.

Without the joist of commitment,

it may look like the real thing,

but ends up falling through.