Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Three Candles In The Window


I turned onto the old gravel road
And remembered well the sound
It was time for me to go home
To the little cabin where love abounds 

Snow covered the pines and fence
My eyes were a torrent of feeling
Overflowing with need and haste
Winter would bring spring healing 

On past where the animals sleep
Frozen pond, gleaming in moonlight
Chimney smoke grants a welcome
Almost home, it would be alright 

Peace and comfort caressed my heart
Yet still there was the need to know
Then they appeared glowing bright
Three candles burning in the window 

A welcome back in every flicker
Gladness and delight filled my soul
I knew the love that lived inside
Jesus and Home would make me whole 

Christmas carols came from outside in
Songs of Baby Jesus and warmth of hearth
Brought the gift of redemption
That fell over a lost and breaking heart 

Judy L Wilson
November 27, 2012

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Sunday, November 25, 2012

Beyond My Sight

The storm dominated the view
Defeat and unbelief rode the wind
Gaping jaws stole my fertile ground
For a time, it was not allowed to rescind

God did not stop me from perceiving
I was furled into the angry froth of despair
Nor was taken the unquiet burden
I was stirred and weak in this cheerless lair

Then the eagle came into my apprehension
I could only watch as it flew into action
Flying to and fro before the painful
Showing me truth beyond this bastion

It flew beyond depressions open mouth
I grew faint as it vanished from my sight
Up and over all my defeat and lack of faith
My hope returned , when it flew back

THROUGH THE LIGHT !

Isaiah 40:31
But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

I was allowed to go through this and this poem actually happened to me only a few short months ago. I thought God had turned His back on me and my family and He let me see the eagle find a way beyond my situation. God forgive me, he was there all the time. A big lesson learned over something I thought I already knew… Be ever watchful and pray without ceasing or you can be caught so unaware.

Judy J Wilson
November 18, 2012

Friday, November 2, 2012

Rose

When the flower blooms
The little seed matures
Flower of joy with needs like a new born
Bloom from a little sproutlet to a beautiful rose
In the bud, is a secret to be revealed
The cycle is mysterious
Springtime is blooming time

Brianna Hope Thibodeaux
October, 2012

My grand-daughter wrote this at school, it is a seven word poem. What ever that is... Lollll i find i know nothing about writing poetry.... but i think this say's so much..