Jaden’s Hand

A connection from heaven to earth is found within Jaden’s hand. It became an unexpected moment that is hard to understand. It’s as if the touch of God came to his youthful, waiting limb, And sent a message through that time and was first meant for him. When Uncle Mark was leaving earth, their hands […]

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Tormented Sky

The log-like cloud looks ….. like eyes rolled closed. A scroll ready to speak. The thunderous voice, seeming to rejoice. The clouds arch eyebrow peak. Unsettled – makes you doubtful. Can schedules proceed unchanged? Do I have time to get in line, Or will my day be rearranged? Appearing foreboding, presents its unsure, Watching the […]

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The Friendly Ghost

When I was young I saw the Holy Ghost as Casper, dressed in white. He was so nice and non-threatening; He’d help to make things right. A little spooky, though, at times, for what else could He be? A ghost, a spirit, not a man – someone I could not see. I did surmise that […]

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Face in the Sky

Above us marks the glory of unending skies of space. A painting with its stroking, of the unseen hand of grace. It’s form becomes a picture, when the brush waves o’er its place Of the one who first brought life to them, when he framed it in its case. Soon the clouds will not just […]

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God’s Mural

A mural is a painter’s way of how a story’s told. To see the range of life in depth; it’s lovely to behold. If told upon the stainglass stage, it tells the story old, Of how God’s story came to life; how he wants us in his fold. The sun allows the light to shine […]

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Beyond the Mile Markers

Upon life’s road there are mile markers, where we can Become stranded for a while. These times, we lose our bearings, trying to get going in our Style. It’s kind of like 45 years ago, when as a nation we did weep For the sudden shock — a president killed. Would our Innocence truly keep […]

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Landmark Mile Markers

Mile markers indicate to all, Just where you’ve been or gone. They can be a reminder, too, Of what did take so long. From Mount Rushmore’s chiseled face, To Ellis Island’s liberty grace. Our land provides these treasures rare, That hold our past, our deeds to share. Niagara, its receding falls And Grand Canyon’s echoed […]

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The Cross in Two

You made a cross, I’ll n’er forget; it was made in parts of two. It reminds me of our Savior’s heart, torn apart for you. From your view you might have seen what seemed to you a spot, But for our purpose it stood strong, and meant to us a lot. You know, we see […]

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Speaking the Father’s Language

A young boy was at his grandmother’s house, in need of her sweet, tender care, but he knew if he didn’t speak in her native tongue, there’d be no nurturing there. This speaks of a truth we all need to receive when we dwell upon our dear Lord: to embrace the deep part of Gods […]

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A Field of Hopes

People waiting in the field to catch a hopeful sight of some experience Or one who’ll meet them there that night. From Medjagoria where folks roamed through the ragged stone, to farms And lands in U.S.A., seeking to atone. They came in droves, stayed in the rain to get a certain sign. A determined lot […]

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