Within His Masterpiece......

The aura of something akin to royalty
Permeates the air
Who needs a red carpet….or diamonds?
If we can wander where
The carpet of a thousand suns
Caresses our bare feet
While red and gold and orange and bronze
All vie for the top seat
Gleaming from every tree and hill
Dancing on the lawn
Glowing in the dusky rill
And re-born in the dawn
I pause in this pavilion fair
The sun melts in the west
And spreads across an ocean where
No vessel mars its crest
Ah, surely He must love us so
He paints the lowly sod
And in the heavens tranquil glow
We see the hand of God……..


……And in between the sky above
And earth beneath our feet
Dwells man…..recipients of His love
Within His Masterpiece

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Victoria and I went on a walk last night....
it was beautiful....that is such an
inefficient word for a night like last night!!!
God is putting up a WOW!!!! sky every night!!!
This picture has a few recent ones!

The Other side.....

How can we know when we say hello?
What lies on the other side?
Is it a love that will grow and grow?
Or simply a short sweet ride?
Will it be a constant ebb and flow?
On friendships shifting tide

How can we know when we say hello?
How long will be the dance?
Will there be years of smiles and tears
Or simply one quick glance
We’ll never know till we say hello
And give friendship a chance

How far is the ride to the other side?
Will it be short and sweet?
Or will they be the one, after they are gone
Who made your life complete
How can we know when we say hello……..
The other side of it

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Suddenly I Wonder..............

When I look into your trusting blue eyes
The color of October skies
I sometimes wonder what you see
As you’re looking back at me
Do you see the person I strive to be?
Or do you simply see……. me?

Do you see the love I fail to express?
Do you see joy and happiness?
My dear child, when you look at your mother
Do you see love incomparable to no other?
Precious one, I know what I see
But suddenly I wonder what you see in me?

You never really tell me; if I asked you
Would you tell me, tell me true
Would your reply make me glad?
Or would the truth make me a little sad?
The look on your face caught me by surprise
Today, when I looked into your eyes……………….

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October's Symphony.....

Each shrub is veiled in misty lace
On ocher-colored fields a trace
Of summer’s emerald garment lies
Beneath the cobalt-colored skies

The Painter threads with ribbon rare
The crest of hill and woodland fair
While waves of orange, red and gold
Sweep the vespers silent fold

October’s floodgates open wide
With a rich and glorious tide
Ravishing the stoical land
In a transformation grand

His master-piece decks every tree
For rich and poor alike to see
The manifold wonder of Him
Caressing every leaf and limb

Before November’s maudlin gale
Seeps into each haunt and vale
Heaven breathes on land and sea
In October’s symphony

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October's Citadel......

I have come to realize
I can know no sweeter prize
Than to find in every hour
The fragrance of the hidden flow’r
Today I lingered in the fell
Of October’s citadel
No release to summer past
Yet secure from winter’s blast
The pastureland, a silent shroud
Of the bounty she endowed
Azure sky, a vista grand
Shifting ‘neath a higher Hand
While October’s breezes dance
‘Cross the fields of Time and Chance
Here the summer heart resigns
To the purple of the vines
To the scarlet of the hill
Painted woodland, haunt and rill
Reluctantly she must concede
October is a gem indeed

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After cleaning out the garden I lay atop the
Corn pile and reveled in October glory!

Dirt????

So this is it
After the waiting, the tilling the seeding
After the hoeing and weeding….and weeding
After the harvest…and the EATING!!!!
This is it………
At the end of the day
At the end of our life
At the end of our play
Our labor and strife
At the end of our pleasure
At the end of our hurt
Will our gathered treasure
Be more than dirt?

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Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth......
...but store up for yourselves treasures in Heaven....
...for where your treasure is, there your heart
will be also. Matt.6:19-20

Heaven-made.......

The night was dark save for the spark
That pierced the jet-black sky
The night was still save for the chill
In the long breezes sigh
The night was bare but in the air
There breathed a hint of snow
The night was fine, the night was mine
With miles of love to go

Upon the porch I paused to watch
The minutes trickling by
I felt the thrill of autumn’s chill
The darkness of the sky
The whisper of the stars above
Celestial serenade
The night was fine, the night was mine
The night was heaven-made

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Even the glow of city lights
on the horizon-line
cannot push through the blackness tonight!
It is a spectacular night tonight!!

Impressions of Fall

In vain the bloom clings to her dream
Futile the sedums rosy gleam
Tis but a journey to the stream
Lined with May’s asphodel
In vain the mother clasps the hours
Where she can hold her precious flowers
Before she stands in autumn’s bowers
Where summers shadows fell

The fragrance of the eucharis
The bloom of youth’s temporal kiss
The ecstasy of love’s caress
Are whispers in the air
She lingers in the setting sun
Embraces each bloom one by one
Autumn waits alas for none
And soon her arms are bare

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