Cross In My Heart

In a depressive fog, I ponder
How God parted the Red Sea;
I’m in awe of His power and I wonder,
Can He part the mist in me?

He saved three from a furnace so fiery,
The flames and heat had no say;
Smoke and mirrors inside of me,
Can My Savior take away?

He spared Daniel from the lion’s jaws,
The snarling and biting did not scare;
God delivered him from the lion’s paws,
Can God deliver me from this snare?

The Lord is omnipotent and is all knowing,
I can’t wrap my head around His strength and love;
I am in constant awe of the care He is showing,
From His throne in the heavens above.

See the fowls that fly in the air,
They do not sow nor they do not reap;
Likewise, the Shepherd, takes good care
Of His beloved flock of sheep!

I see His touch in everything,
My desire to serve Him grows;
And He makes my heart to sing,
So I do not feel quite so low.

To follow Jesus, I take up my cross daily;
For that’s what it says in Luke to start.
And then I deny myself and keep the
Thoughts of the cross in my heart. ♥

 

“Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?” (Matthew 6:26)

And He said to them all, “If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me.” (Luke 9:23)

It’s What Sunflowers Do

“Keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see the shadows. It’s what sunflowers do.” – Helen Keller

I admire sunflowers, for…
They spend their whole lives
Growing roots in the sod
Trying to mimic their God
With their faces to the sunrise.
Producing sun-bloom galore!

They need the Son’s rays
And Living Waters
In order to stay alive.
In order to thrive.
Yes, their Creator
They do always praise!

Focused as they grew,
Gazing not at the shadows
Or the foreboding darkness;
Only seeing their Rest
That they are to follow.
I try to do as they do!


On a different note – I bought this black-eyed Susan plant by mistake last year thinking it was a sunflower. Hey, they were both yellow. 😂 I was glad to see it was a perennial, and I planted it in the middle of the garden, hoping it would attract bees or any other pollinators. It scared me a bit when it went dormant – but it came back this year with a vengeance, and it has exploded with flowers!

(And as you can see, a bag of fertilizer and a bag of potting soil along with black-eyed Susans – I thought I had moved it out of the way before I took the photo but I guess I didn’t. 😂) Anyway, buying this plant on sale for $1.00 was a lovely mistake. 🙂

However, unlike the sunflower that points east (thanks for the sunflower facts, Peggy!), these flowers seem to point in all sorts of directions – especially up. 😄

An Ode To Antiques

Its’ week 28 of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. 🙂 If you’d like to join in, just click the link! 😉

WOW. I love antiques, and those look old. And the pattern on them is exquisite! I love them! 😍 I especially like the chicken!

Antique teapot, tell me,
What all have you seen?
The turn of a century,
Or just your rising steam?

Old vase, please enlighten;
What have you witnessed?
Many kinds of flora stuffed in,
And near death by a cat’s kiss?

Ancient cup, what stories
Have you to share?
Lemonades, teas, coffees –
How many drank from there?

Archaic plate, what all
Have you observed?
Fish, chicken, salad,
On you being served?

If only you could tell!
Over the many years,
What have you seen? “Well…
To summarize: laughter and tears,

Contentment and hard times,
Sometimes we were sold,
And gifted, or victims of crime.
There are many things to be told –

But we have passed 100 words.”

When You Love

I’d like to thank Denny for inspiring this poem and Incomplete Thinker for inspiring me to post it, as it is a more personal poem. 🙂 Her post (that I linked to so you can read it too 😉) touched my heart so much. ❤

Love and then lose;
The bitter agony says,
It’s better to choose
To never love in any way.

Sadness is great but love is greater.
Pain from loss is a side effect of love;
Memories hurt now but will be treasured later
Recollections will last until meeting above.

When one loves, there is a chance
That the one who is given the heart
Will break it into fragments that dance
Along the floor when they shatter apart.

Father picks them up piece by piece
To soon put them together again.
“The pain will not immediately cease,
but I am here,” He says to my chagrin.

Father is near; He gives me delight
Even when all I have is despair;
He shines with His Son’s Light,
Ending the darkest night, because He cares.

He lessens the pain each day, and sleep
Alights on me nightly like a dove;
With love comes risk; if we didn’t take the leap
Of faith, would it actually be love?

 

I’m still thinking of you, Rosie. You will always be in my heart. ❤

Heavenly Father

I’d like to give a shout-out and thanks to Miriam from The Shower of Blessings for inspiring me to try the Villanelle poem form! You can read her poems here and here. 🙂

Heavenly Father

Heavenly Father, the Creator of all things
How can this Someone love little ole me,
This Lord of Lords, The King of Kings?

The incredible blessings that He brings
For all of mankind to see,
Heavenly Father, the Creator of all things,

To Him, the fowls of the air sing,
“How worthy and good is He
This Lord of Lords, The King of Kings!”

The universe’s expanse and butterfly wings
Display His holy ingenuity.
Heavenly Father, the Creator of all things,

Oh how to My Savior, I cling,
The One Who died to set me free!
This Lord of Lords, The King of Kings,
Heavenly Father, the Creator of all things!