He would be Fourteen...

He would be fourteen…
If he was here today
But three years ago
God helped him fly away
Above this morbid plain of woe
But oh, we still miss him so
…and we remember

He would be turning
From a boy to a man
But God with-drew him
Though we do not understand
Why he needed to go
We love and trust and miss him so…
…as we remember

In Memory of Josh Weber
Who would have turned fourteen yesterday.

Colin, Rhonda, Jordan, Makayla
In mid-July…on his birthday…
We remember with love and prayers.

Matt's verse He clung to...Psalm 46:1 (KJV) ” God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble “.

My verse I clung to..."For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD.Isa.55:8

The Measure of Moments

Moments make all the difference in life
Not the miles or flying leaps…

A moment to touch you in a prayer, my love
A moment to ache, to need, to weep

It’s in moments that we become…
In moments of living and learning…and losing

Moments are not meaningless ticks of the clock
They become legacies; the fruit of our choosing

I do not ask for a lifetime with you
But I strongly desire a moment or two…

There is one moment out-standing above all others, for me
In the moment when I beheld my greatest need
...and I cried, 'Oh my Lord, I believe'...
That moment secured my hope...and eternity

J~

At The Mercy of Night's Beauty...

Tonight I’ll let it envelope me
With its pleasure and its pain
I’ll let its blue wash over me
Like a sudden summer rain
Tonight its arms may cradle me
I have never loved in vain…

Tonight I’ll beg the lonesome wind
To sing in low melancholy
Loosening all the ties that bind
Setting heart and spirit free
Leaving tiresome woes behind
In bitter-sweetest ecstasy

Tonight I’ll willingly succumb
To its keen and moody touch
Let it kiss my sorrows numb
Until they do not ache so much
Tonight I’ll feel kindly at home
In its wild and gentle clutch

Tonight I’ll let it whisper words
That I don’t seem to hear by day
Let it soothe the little hurts
In the arms of deep blue-gray
Tonight I’ll let it move the earth
Beneath me as it has its way

J~

Paradise...

Tonight for just a little while
Heaven withdrew its sash
And laid across the folding sky
A tiny little splash
Of glories withheld from our eyes
Sealed in a land of paradise

He parted that far curtain
And spilled across the west
The wonder of a Kingdom
Reserved for heaven’s rest
As we beheld with trusting eyes
A tiny glimpse of paradise

His Word is not a hoax or myth
He said He would return
And until then we hope and wait
And silently we yearn
As teardrops fill our pleading eyes
We long for God and paradise

Tonight for just a little while
He rendered to the earth
A glimpse of hope beyond this mile
Of sweat and tears and dirt
Just beyond our earth-dimmed eyes
Gleams a land of paradise

Janet~

Spectacular, awesome, breath-taking…
Words fell flat beneath such beauty!

More pictures in the side-bar…

I was so glad I decided to run miles instead of stairs tonight!!!

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Ps. 19:1

Completed Cause...

We live,
not in days or months or years
But in moments
They rest upon our shoulders
briefly,
then they disappear...


…leaving nothing…
but a smile
on our lips
Or a gnawing
deep inside
We touch, we taste
but cannot quell
with fingertips
the relentless tide…

…of moments, steadily increasing
Filling us
With a sense
of hope and loss
And never, ever ceasing
Until
they have completed their cause…
…a life

Janet~

The Allure of You...

I hear your stealthy footsteps

In the rustling of the corn

In breezes tumbling ‘cross the grass

Exotic, then forlorn

Traces of your amber kiss

Gleam on the verdant limb

Where recently a warm caress

Inspired summer’s hymn

The aster wears a cheery smile

The sunflower flaunts her gold

But even they cannot beguile

Your tactics, sure and bold

You ride with sassy chill upon

The cusp of sun-beam’s dance

Or in the quiet afternoon

I feel your subtle glance

Reluctantly I’m drawn into

Your blue and taunting charm

Rebelliously I still cling to

Summer’s waning arm

You fill me with a wild, sweet hurt

Of tender wantonness

My thoughts like petals glaze the dirt

In pleading hopefulness

But I cannot sway your advance

Or change your mind at all

You lure this summer heart to dance

With the harbinger of fall

Janet 

If You Thought I Loved You Then...

If you thought I loved you as a baby
With your little twinkle-nose
If I thought you were precious then,
Down to your teeny, baby toes
If you thought, as I would whisper
Softest kisses on your brow
If you thought I loved you then, dear
Oh, I love you more right now

If you thought, as I watched you growing
With your sweet and cautious smile
And your chitter-chatter flowing
And your hair crazy and wild
If you thought I loved you then, dear
That little girl in days of yore
I would like to tell you, daughter
That today I love you more

Love is a strange, mysterious blessing
Worthless 'til it's given away
And it grows as we keep giving
With each swiftly passing day
I didn’t know that it was possible
As I held you long ago
To feel love’s wondrous miracle
Just grow and grow…and grow and grow…

We love you,
Happy 17th, Mel

J~

Bittersweet Content

A perfect dog-day afternoon
Sprawls beneath a sky
Of hazy sun and lazy cloud-ships
Slowly drifting by…
Warm zephyrs taunt, beg, implore
I gaze longingly at the door…

The cricket’s rippling serenade
Begins today at noon
I long to stretch beneath the shade
And revel in its tune
The minutes tick, the clock strikes four…
I gaze longingly at the door

A golden pear drops to the grass
A sound I cannot hear
Summer’s moments ticking past
To mark another year...
I stir the applesauce, sweep the floor
And gaze longingly at the door…

A growing child gets hungry
Regardless of the sun
Cleaning, cooking, laundry
Waiting to be done…
August bleeds across earth’s shore
I walk heedlessly through its door…

Janet~

Yes indeed! I'm taking a break, Coffee in hand...
Duty wields a tireless command
Summer is fading as I speak
Housework will still be waiting...next week:)

I'll go 'pick' some supper:)