Monday, May 21, 2018

Butterfly Exquisite

Sittng on a bench

In the garden just now

Watching a butterfly

Perched at the edge of

A birdbath getting a drink,

                  Made me think.

I couldn't help but marvel

At God's love and care

For something so fragile.

That He does take account

Of all that He has made

We know from Jesus' words

In the Sermon on the Mount,

Where he speaks of even

Of the birds of the air

Being provided for

By our Father's tender love.

I feel His care surrounding all.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Jesus' Words on Light

Candy pink roses blow in cool breeze,

Care-free birds dart in and out of hedges,

Someone mows his lawn in the distance.

Of all the May delights that confront me

As I sit here on stone garden bench,

It's setting-sunrays that get me most --

Light plays on trunks of trees,

Light glints off rusting wire fence

A farmer put up long before we moved in.

But there's a thought much higher

Than enchanting light of earth --

It's something Christ Jesus said:

"I am the light of the world:  he that

Followeth after me shall not walk in darkness,

But shall have the light of life."

            (John 8:12)

The beauty of this Light

Can never fade to black.

Its presence and its power

Followers of His can never lack.

Monday, May 7, 2018

Using Our Talents for Christ

Writers who use their talents

In the service of their King

Have so little say

In whether they write or not;

Thoughts begin to flow,

Words are set to go,

And inspiration must be attended to

With singleness of heart.

Those who do this gathering

Of ideas from above

Inhabit a universe they're in,

But all too often not of --

Men and women who dwell apart.

You, world, are richer far

      That these beings

              Are as they are.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

"Feed My Lambs"

It wasn't a little lamb
Looking back at me
Toward sunset
As I opened the garage door
To put trash out,
But a little masked creature,
Very, very hungry
It (a young mother
with mouths to feed?)
Had been drawn in
By the bag of dog food
We put out by the woods
For any stray animals.
Soon this dear thing came back,
And fell upon the food.
With ever shrinking habitat,
This happens with woodland
Creatures more and more.
As satisfying this was, in a way,
To feed an animal in need,
I thought of food of another kind --
The spiritual nourishment
So many are starved for
(Though they may know it not) --
The life-giving Word of God.
What a privilege it is
For you and me to be doing
What we can to feed His lambs,
To  be carrying out Jesus'
Solemn charge to Peter.
And pure joy!