Wednesday, February 28, 2007

INVITATION

Oh, leave the darkness
Come out and dance in the sunshine . . .
with the yellow butterflies . . .
Let us follow the little path . . .
along the side of the hill . . .
to where the wild white lilies . . .
hide in clumps of grass . . .
and a thousand dragonflies . . .
glisten in their flight.

Oh, leave the darkness
Come out and dance in the sunshine . . .
with the yellow butterflies!

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

CUPID'S DART

O, Cupid took a shining dart
and feathered it with love . . .
and wove a magc spell . . .
with all the stars above.

Then he put the moonlight
into the summer sky . . .
and stirred the breath of roses . . .
as we were passing by.

Then he bent his golden bow
from the bow-string sped the dart!
And when Love's arrow came to rest . . .
I found it in my heart!

(Dedicated to the love of my life.... my sweet husband!!!!)

Sunday, February 25, 2007

CRITQUE OF ART

The most beautiful priceless gems of art
hang not in splendor in great Halls of Fame . . .
or in galleries where skills of hand . . .
has won for many a much honored name!

They're in yon forests, the distant clouds, the sky
Waterfall, bird, beast, and even the sod . . .
In the rippling leaves and the trembling wind . . .
The work of the hand of Almighty God!

There's no human hand that can paint His work
And no living voice can ever declare . . .
The living beauty . . . only enraptured hearts . . .
Can know the pricelessness that is painted there!

Man has succeeded with priceless gems of art
And endowed with the greatest of skill . . .
But when compared with the incomparable creation of God . . .
The most gifted of all is but feeble still!


Friday, February 23, 2007

HOPE

We live in hope each day and strive to mend
the breaking threads of sorrow and despair . . .
With hope we finish to the very end . . .
And weave a finish that is bright and fair.

High lights and shadows, lend a masterpiece
A depth of beauty and a richer tone . . .
Light hues gain strength, intensity increased . . .
when placed by somber hues and not alone.

With hope we ever strive to reach the light
that guides us through the path of love and peace . . .
Though shadows veil the beauty from our sight . . .
Our faith in the divine, shall never cease!

Thursday, February 22, 2007

MORNING MEDIATION

Above pale portals of the dawn
Long scarlet lighted curtains now are drawn.
The crescent moon of silver gleams afar
Among the galaxies of fading stars.

Their happy songs of praise
A symphony to heaven raise.

Oh, would that everyone could be as they
These lovely birds that sing for each new day!

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

WHISPERS

Just listen to the whispers in the quiet
of the dawn . . .
A thousand little muffled sounds along
the winds are born. . .
The gentle rustling of a tree, the
trembling leaves that sigh. . .
The reed that bends and quivers when
the breeze goes laughing by . . .
And in the silence of the hour when
twilight shadows fall. . .
when sunset spreads its golden cloak
of raidance over all.

The air is full of whispers, little
voices scarcely heard . . .
The tinkling of the elfin bells, the
calling of a bird . . .
And in the silence of the soul when
we are all alone. . .
God speaks to us in whispers, in a
language of His own . . .
Above the loud confusion of the mind
and of the will . . .
A gentle voice breathes through the
heart and whispers . . .
"Peace . . . be still."

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

MEMORY OF MOM

She's always here when I need her
I lean my head on her breast. . .
Though the universe be in chaos . . .
With her I find my rest!

She listens to my troubles
when all the world is wrong . . .
And simply by her memory
fills my heart with a song!

She takes my hand in hers
And holds it firm and tight . . .
When life is filled with darkness . . .
Her love is a ray of light!

That's why, when I'm alone
And worries pile up on me . . .
I visit and tell her all my troubles . . .
Though it's only in memory!



Monday, February 19, 2007

YOUR PRESENCE

Sometimes your presence seems just like
the warming healing sun . . .
when stiff and sore, and damp and chilled
at last the night is done.

And then at times, it seems, Sweetheart
like gently falling rain . . .
A sweet refreshing, driving out
discouragement and pain!

Saturday, February 17, 2007

LITTLE PRAYER FOR SPRING

Dear God, so many spring-times
I've seen break from winter's sleep . . .
that my faith is firm that bulblets
a sure rendezvous will keep.

With the great, warm sun, that's calling
to each frozen dormant thing . . .
"Wake up, and greet the spring-time
and hear the brave birds sing!"

God, help sad hearts, all frozen
in the winter of their pain . . .
Wake up to another spring-time
and greet the birds again.

Grant that sorrow's icy fetters
melt, and fall like rain - and then . . .
make their hearts bloom like lush gardens
sweet with lilies fair - Amen!