Giving — Part Two — Jesus’ Eyes
Giving — Part Two Jesus’ Eyes Endless Quiet I never saw such quiet. I never felt such still. I never dreamed such tenderness could live in human will. But as I looked within His eyes, pure and freed from every sin, I knew that every love on earth begins and ends with Him. _____________ […]
A Poem from Pursuit 2: Creation
Creation* One uttered Word— and the nothing— emptier than any vacuum, darker than all empty nights— burst into blinding, melting, hot, explosive, light— From Love’s unerring faith— beginnings came. Songs sang. Inside God’s pulsing heart, through eons of slow change, Love’s steady flame burned on, His plans securely framed. Under that first spoken Word now […]
Places 20: That Day
Was nature still? Or did winds stir? Did leaves whisper or branches rub to sigh? Were there grasses high enough to bend and sway, to worship their Creator upon that Holy Day? What sounds surrounded Him? Did footsteps on the road near-by slow down to plod, trod and tread in quiet fear and dread? Could […]
Places 14: Kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope Once I sought and found quiet in a one room cabin on a Southern Indiana farm. It was built from unfinished freshly milled wood and set inside a partly fenced-off glade of tall unmown grass between woods, pasture, a cow corridor and grainfields. The inside was undecorated and sparsely furnished. It was intentionally off […]
