"Finally, as day was closing and the stars of the heavenlies lined up next to a slightly-golden 3/4 moon in a navy sky... "
http://these are words penned by my friend Dawn over at dschondog.wordpress.com/2012/06/01/delight-gets-a-bike/
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she is watching the same moon
the same night sky
from a long ways off
I felt right at her side
these delightful nights
when day touches evening
and it never quite gets dark here...
though
perhaps there...
with her 'navy skies'
then
of a sudden
the sun that just set in the west
will rise again in the east
in just three hours
until then the
quiet darkness hides herself
in a brilliant ceiling
navy clouds
cast lightly
across the eastern sky
rain taken to the mountains
passing us by
I came out at 8:30
and fell into bed at midnight
the hours inbetween
hidden in the night watch
talking to each horse
cleaning paddocks
milking goats
herding them across the evening fields
as long as they heard my voice calling across the pasture
they were settled
Blue dog doing her task
with zeal
Sam resting
his work done
the colours lay rich and warm
in the final hours of day
when one works
the slightly golden moon
bigger than half size
coming up with the night
the sky still bright yellow
the navy clouds still drifting
in the eastern sky
the robins
could not quit their song
it lilted sweet and melodic
from the forest branches
high up
floating with the night air
the flickers' call staccatoing
alongside
the echo joyous
and clear
pure sound
electrifying the night
I lay captive
in its lair
spell bound
leaving... not an option
in the beauty
of this darkening hour
"Even the darkness is Light to Him"
my goats call out
the birds now quiet
the train calling
Good Night
as its soft rumble
far off
in the distance
echoes
I finally go home
down the long driveway
up our hill
above me the Big Dipper
tips out her blessings
angel dust
all about me
I take this quiet rest
and close the door behind me
my steps soft
I lay me down to sleep
I know my soul
the Lord
will keep
He neither slumbers
nor sleeps
the Lord
my Keeper
through the closing of day
and through the night
across the land and sea
and here with me
He gives us quiet rest
my favourite things
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
my favourite things/ Your love O Lord endures forever
Your love O Lord endures forever
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What shall separate us from the love of Christ
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I am holding tight
I dare not let go
what is there in this world
to give hope
when there is death
What is there to give hope
when there is failure
when sickness
and despair
oppress
and sink one down
to the depths
and then these words
For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
(Romans 8:38,39)
There is hope
marvelous hope
a never dying hope
an unquenchable flame
burning
refining
getting rid of the dross
the imperfections that we don't need
His grace is not hurtful
We will not be separated from "Him"
In a little while
we shall all be changed
I once saw my life go by me
all my days in an instant
a twinkling
Jesus was at my side
He did not condemn
He did not judge
He did not point to my sin
I stood with Him ... and saw my life
there was no sorrow in watching
He said I just wanted you to see
that I was always with you
I am always with you
I want you to know that
nothing will ever change that
I was fifteen
crashed with a snowmobile
broken but not crushed
in an instant He taught me all I ever needed to know
He will never leave me
I will never be alone
I will always be loved
I may be broken but never crushed
nothing will separate me from His love
not ever
not sadness
not death
ever
It will all pass
but
Your Love O Lord endures forever
and in this embrace
in which You hold me
I will always be safe
the love of God
my favourite things
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What shall separate us from the love of Christ
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I am holding tight
I dare not let go
what is there in this world
to give hope
when there is death
What is there to give hope
when there is failure
when sickness
and despair
oppress
and sink one down
to the depths
and then these words
For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
(Romans 8:38,39)
There is hope
marvelous hope
a never dying hope
an unquenchable flame
burning
refining
getting rid of the dross
the imperfections that we don't need
His grace is not hurtful
We will not be separated from "Him"
In a little while
we shall all be changed
I once saw my life go by me
all my days in an instant
a twinkling
Jesus was at my side
He did not condemn
He did not judge
He did not point to my sin
I stood with Him ... and saw my life
there was no sorrow in watching
He said I just wanted you to see
that I was always with you
I am always with you
I want you to know that
nothing will ever change that
I was fifteen
crashed with a snowmobile
broken but not crushed
in an instant He taught me all I ever needed to know
He will never leave me
I will never be alone
I will always be loved
I may be broken but never crushed
nothing will separate me from His love
not ever
not sadness
not death
ever
It will all pass
but
Your Love O Lord endures forever
and in this embrace
in which You hold me
I will always be safe
the love of God
my favourite things
Sunday, May 27, 2012
my favourite things/ Pentecost & May 29th
we celebrate twice
twice every year
and this year marks 35 years
that my man and I have walked this dear earth
together
hand in hand
with the One
Who has glued our hearts as one
though we be different
Who has given us peace after every war
words when no words could be found
no words when just being together was enough
Who has given us laughter
and a shared vision
though sometimes we have to share
how we see it
and wait
for eyes to focus
and hearts to soften
and kindness to flow
always
forgiveness
and a believing
always
pressing on
together
though sometimes we have to
find each other
sometimes love is close to hate
then back again and we wonder how it could ever have tipped so crazy
when 'together' is so much better
it is walking trails
through all seasons
watching babies become young people
with love all their own
dreams all their own
craziness
and adventures
all their own
dreams
unfolding for them
as we remember them
beginning with us
and we smile
and hold hands
and continue
down life's trail...
thankful for the One
who always holds us
and reminds us what Love is
and what Love does
today as the sun shon golden on the forest trees
while we yet slept
early in the morning
I awoke to this man yet beside me
as through most every other morning
of our thirty five years
I traced the lines of his face and hands resting
as he slept deep
I traced over them with my eyes
and realized how I know them completely
by heart
and how I love in these early hours
to waken
and just watch..
to hear his soft breath
and see the gentle and slow rise and fall
of his chest
and the morning light resting golden
across him
so beautiful he is
as he lies in this morning peace
and as he stirs
I slide my hand in his
and he squeezes it softly
though he still sleeps
and with the cat
our old Oliver
calling us up to start our day
with his meows
we join together in heart
and pray our way into this beautiful
new day
we lift all our beloveds
and their dreamings
all those about us who hurt
all those about us who rejoice
we lift them
to the One
who gifts us today
with 35 years
Bethany and Stephen
planned and cooked a banquet
for us today
ready for us as we came in after church
we had earlier phoned with Jedaiah
and Skyped with Shoshanna
and three little grand kiddies
all singing and laughing for us
That was when I noticed
someone saying
through cyberspace
that it was Pentecost
not that we had forgotten
you can't forget love
but that all this joy would fall
on our day
A God gift to us day
all this joy
and a great reason to celebrate
this was the cherry on the cake
Pentecost
our favourite things
twice every year
and this year marks 35 years
that my man and I have walked this dear earth
together
hand in hand
with the One
Who has glued our hearts as one
though we be different
Who has given us peace after every war
words when no words could be found
no words when just being together was enough
Who has given us laughter
and a shared vision
though sometimes we have to share
how we see it
and wait
for eyes to focus
and hearts to soften
and kindness to flow
always
forgiveness
and a believing
always
pressing on
together
though sometimes we have to
find each other
sometimes love is close to hate
then back again and we wonder how it could ever have tipped so crazy
when 'together' is so much better
it is walking trails
through all seasons
watching babies become young people
with love all their own
dreams all their own
craziness
and adventures
all their own
dreams
unfolding for them
as we remember them
beginning with us
and we smile
and hold hands
and continue
down life's trail...
thankful for the One
who always holds us
and reminds us what Love is
and what Love does
today as the sun shon golden on the forest trees
while we yet slept
early in the morning
I awoke to this man yet beside me
as through most every other morning
of our thirty five years
I traced the lines of his face and hands resting
as he slept deep
I traced over them with my eyes
and realized how I know them completely
by heart
and how I love in these early hours
to waken
and just watch..
to hear his soft breath
and see the gentle and slow rise and fall
of his chest
and the morning light resting golden
across him
so beautiful he is
as he lies in this morning peace
and as he stirs
I slide my hand in his
and he squeezes it softly
though he still sleeps
and with the cat
our old Oliver
calling us up to start our day
with his meows
we join together in heart
and pray our way into this beautiful
new day
we lift all our beloveds
and their dreamings
all those about us who hurt
all those about us who rejoice
we lift them
to the One
who gifts us today
with 35 years
Bethany and Stephen
planned and cooked a banquet
for us today
ready for us as we came in after church
we had earlier phoned with Jedaiah
and Skyped with Shoshanna
and three little grand kiddies
all singing and laughing for us
That was when I noticed
someone saying
through cyberspace
that it was Pentecost
not that we had forgotten
you can't forget love
but that all this joy would fall
on our day
A God gift to us day
all this joy
and a great reason to celebrate
this was the cherry on the cake
Pentecost
our favourite things
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
my favourite things/ my Father's Love
my Father's Love
a channel Lord
I want to be
for Your Love
to flow
from You through me
to all I meet
along life's way
today
this moment
with each breath I breathe
Your Love through me
I pray
you'll
weave
today
this moment
with each breath I breathe
it's my Father's Love
it's what I need
my favourite things
a channel Lord
I want to be
for Your Love
to flow
from You through me
to all I meet
along life's way
today
this moment
with each breath I breathe
Your Love through me
I pray
you'll
weave
today
this moment
with each breath I breathe
it's my Father's Love
it's what I need
my favourite things
Monday, May 14, 2012
my favourite things/ Mother's Day
it is a glad saying for those who hold the joy
deep in their bosom
for those with sorrow
it stings as an arrow pierced through
my heart aches
but more it is glad
I have these amazing kids
who show up on early mornings
flowers gracing their flight up the stairs
where I pour my love into body food for all
while they bring soul food for me
to encourage
and lighten
my heart
I float
the joy holds me
like a million helium balloons
I rejoice high above my worries
and cares
a song bubbles
from this fullness
and a precious son smiles
at a silly mama's tears
he knows I loved
his gift
he knows
it was perfect
as it sits out with hummingbirds
already drunk on its nectar
they do a foxtrot between the hanging basket
of this glorious fushcia
and the hanging bottle of their sugary water
the dance goes on all day
and the buzz of joy
lightens our hearts
a papa breakfast
twice
a hike with dad and son
a call from South Africa
on Skype
a call from Alberta
two delightful daughters
mother hearts of their own
love you notes and calls from heart kids
lent to me for this season
also forever loved
in my mama heart
our souls all glad
our spirits soaring
because somewhere
at sometime
we have all had a mom
even if we are not a mom
sometime in our lives
a mom has blessed us
so sorrow can be joy
most days!
this day!
Mother's Day
one of
my favourite things
and kitty sleeping with my man
my favourite things
Thursday, May 10, 2012
my favourite things/ an old English painting
night was calling
still day held on
looking high above me
I saw the sky full as in an old English painting
the clouds
cumulous
like heavy white cotton balls
were held motionless
in the forever blue
of the twilight hour
after all the winds of the day
blowing me this way and that
in this calm I now felt part
of this landscape
masterpiece
the tall evergreens stood black
against this voluminous sky
like the darkened paint
of the old masters
the colours once alive and vibrant
now lost to night's touch
and somehow redeemed
in the soft hazy glow of a simple barn light
this magic setting the goats' feet
to dancing
this old painting
was alive
and I was captured
in this moment in history
when time has no place
but always is
I was
captured in a
Masterpiece
of the Maker's doing
it will be hung on heaven's walls
and signed by the King of kings
and there... where one sees the goats leaping
there ... is an old goat lady
clasping her hands
and dancing along
the soft haze of a barn light
glowing warm across her face
her smile big
her heart
calm
on the swing
in the loft
looking down
in joy
is the
Master
Himself
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in Heaven's gallery
we will find
we were never alone
His Masterpieces
will astound us
for He said
He would never leave us
nor forsake us
He is in each painting
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an old English painting
my favourite things
still day held on
looking high above me
I saw the sky full as in an old English painting
the clouds
cumulous
like heavy white cotton balls
were held motionless
in the forever blue
of the twilight hour
after all the winds of the day
blowing me this way and that
in this calm I now felt part
of this landscape
masterpiece
the tall evergreens stood black
against this voluminous sky
like the darkened paint
of the old masters
the colours once alive and vibrant
now lost to night's touch
and somehow redeemed
in the soft hazy glow of a simple barn light
this magic setting the goats' feet
to dancing
this old painting
was alive
and I was captured
in this moment in history
when time has no place
but always is
I was
captured in a
Masterpiece
of the Maker's doing
it will be hung on heaven's walls
and signed by the King of kings
and there... where one sees the goats leaping
there ... is an old goat lady
clasping her hands
and dancing along
the soft haze of a barn light
glowing warm across her face
her smile big
her heart
calm
on the swing
in the loft
looking down
in joy
is the
Master
Himself
---------
in Heaven's gallery
we will find
we were never alone
His Masterpieces
will astound us
for He said
He would never leave us
nor forsake us
He is in each painting
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an old English painting
my favourite things
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
my favourite things/ Spring morning awakening
Your
Life Golden
breathes upon
this morning earth
Your forest life
awakens
colour melts
the night's adieu
and quickens song
in bird
and my heart
praises
my eyes behold
my heart does see
this glory You have gifted me
You revive life
throughout this earth
this Grace
Your gift
so free
releases
me
this Gold You spread
across the land
this Light that wakes with Dawn
this Warmth that captures
all my breath
and quickens me
from death's
strong
grasp
and speaks
the Words
stand fast
spread wings
and live each breath
set free from sin's dark clasp
You hold the reason
for each breath
I take
You hold the vision
for this life
You make
Your Life Golden
wakes the earth
prepares the soil
scatters seed
and when I grow
I pray
let it be
beside
Thee
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Spring morning awakening
my favourite things
Life Golden
breathes upon
this morning earth
Your forest life
awakens
colour melts
the night's adieu
and quickens song
in bird
and my heart
praises
my eyes behold
my heart does see
this glory You have gifted me
You revive life
throughout this earth
this Grace
Your gift
so free
releases
me
this Gold You spread
across the land
this Light that wakes with Dawn
this Warmth that captures
all my breath
and quickens me
from death's
strong
grasp
and speaks
the Words
stand fast
spread wings
and live each breath
set free from sin's dark clasp
You hold the reason
for each breath
I take
You hold the vision
for this life
You make
Your Life Golden
wakes the earth
prepares the soil
scatters seed
and when I grow
I pray
let it be
beside
Thee
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Spring morning awakening
my favourite things
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