Abide in Me
When evils hit the world news and scenes of unjust suffering hit our eyes and hurt in our heart, it is hard to identify all our feelings.
Thin Grass
Thin grass, in a stingy icing of soil, covers rocks and clay. Crops raise little but hopes deferred. Yet somehow, with good rains
more clover comes, the weeds survive, green enough to keep alive all who call these hilly pastures home.
Holy Week Thoughts
Tonight is Maundy Thursday. On Tuesday, while housecleaning, a friend found an original manuscript of Meet Me at the Cross. Because God touched her through it, she inspired me to revisit the book. I was surprised to see Jesus in new ways on pages I’d written long ago. I felt His Spirit wanting me to revise and share these short excerpts with my friends during Passion Week.
America
This poem is a heartfelt plea for America. It’s not crafted for poetry kudos; it rambles through generalities of hope and pain. Sadly, it reflects today’s media negativity more than the down to earth goodness, strength and stability of our nation. That is another poem. May these words speak to believing friends with differing viewpoints. If you like the message, please share it on your FB page or pass it on.