The fleeting song was being passed from anxious heart to pen,
But the solitude was invaded when chubby hands pressed in.
My thoughts were lost by curious whys. Muffled chords were all I heard.
My toddler needed drinks and demanded an approving word.
And, in the end, I’m sad to say, the song was gone–unwritten and forgotten.
I felt a loss, as of a parting friend who gives no promise of return.
Perhaps the time just isn’t now for serene creative days.
No time to shape the feelings into prose or song today.
For now’s the time for gathering and storing feelings in the heart.
The day will come when silent days will release the pent up song with uninterrupted art.
And I will talk of days gone by and wish for chubby hands now gone,
And miss the constant whys and wheres that often stopped my song.
Oh may I see the season now as one for storing in
A fleeting thought, a look, or a mischievious grin,
That when the season comes to share
There may be something there.
Month: February 2016
When Trials Come
When trials come, does life seem fair?
Yes, in the dark does someone care?
Are we alone to face the cold?
Or is it true as we grow old
That in Christ’s way we have a friend
To turn to in our darkest end?
When terror fills our troubled souls,
And hatred beams and bullies grow,
And all around seem not to care,
Is it true that Christ is there?
And to each child, a time to search
For inner strength, so in a lurch
When all hell seems to gather ’round
And you feel like you’re going to drown,
Look within in silent prayer,
And ask the question: “Christ, are you there?”
And sweet’s the peace that Stephen knew
As stones caused death, his own light grew
As to our Savior’s love he flew.
Now, child of eternity,
The next time on life’s darkened sea,
Look above; the answer’s clear.
It rings in every life form’s ear.
It’s seen by every living thing,
The universe does have it’s King!
In My Search
In my search to find myself, I’ve traveled many roads.
The road to fame and fortune sometime can be cold.
For to gain fame and fortune, some men give their souls,
And join a plastic world where truth can never go.
Some lie and cheat to gain success,
And find our when they’re old,
They can’t take money with them.
This thought will leave them cold.
Another road some travel is this road I’m on.
I leave fame and fortune in search of peace of mind.
I look in all directions, sometimes I feel I’m blind.
For of all the roads I’ve traveled, this is the hardest kind.
Step one on this road of mine is the hardest one of all:
Kick out the hate that’s in me and find love for all.
If I can make this first step, the rest will fall in place.
I find you look for good in every single face.
For love breeds love and hate breeds hate,
Or so someone has said,
And every single person has both inside their head.
It would be kind of simple if I could take a knife,
And cut the hate that’s in me and throw it from my life.
Then think no need for guns or bombs, no need to fight a war.
For love’s the key to Heaven. Love opens every door.
Heaven’s Harmony
Ooooops! I forgot to post yesterday! We have had illness in the family, and that has been very stressful. When things do not go well for the family, I believe our whole day is offset. In the back of our mind, we are trying to make things ‘right’. What power there is in the family. Just a few kind words, just a tiny bit of love can make such a huge difference. I am aware of those who did, or do not have this in their home. I am ever so grateful for the loving and secure environment that my childhood home fostered. When we finally bought our own home, I penned this song to ‘dedicate’ our home to those principles, and to serve as a reminder to me to always do that which will invite the spirit of the Lord to be felt in our home.
Within these walls lies Heaven’s harmony.
Behind these doors grown love in plenty.
Under our roof there’s peace all around.
Our house is where true happiness is found.
Our house, our house, God bless our home,
With safety, peace and love.
Our house, our house, God bless our home,
With Thy sweet spirit from above.
At home we practice sharing happily.
We care for all our blessings thankfully.
And think of others, often, lovingly.
Our home’s a bit of Heaven’s Harmony.
Our house, our house, God bless our home,
With safety, peace and love.
Our house, our house, God bless our home,
With Thy sweet spirit from above.
One Day
Last week we took one of those spur-of-the-moment road trips. We left the Salt Lake Valley headed south to Utah’s Dixie (St. George, Utah). It was a real treat to leave the snow behind and see palm trees. We were absolutely enchanted by the variety and intensity of the beautiful scenery: the red rock formations, the immensity of Zion’s canyon, the delicate pinnacles of Bryce Canyon topped with new snow. As we stopped to accumulate the hundreds of photos we took, Bob quoted this poem to many fellow-travelers. It was written many years ago and dedicated to “life and the beauty of life found in one day.” The picture that follows was taken just north of St.George, showing the variety of the landscape.
There is so much beauty in one day,
If man can open up his eyes,
To look at God’s great canvas,
From a flower, to the skies,
From the delicate color
In a butterfly’s wings,
To the majestic blues and grays
On the mountain side.
For here lies God’s creation,
My testimony, and eternal progression
To those who follow love.
