Gratitude


 

The first cry
of a
newborn

Spring buds
unfurling
their rich
canopy

A soft breeze
carrying a
wisp
of lilac

The rapid flight
of a hummingbird’s
might.

From your
puppy’s
first kiss,
to a loyal
friend

A soft, warm
bed
and a fluffy
place to
lay my
head

A tentative
first kiss,
so anticipated
and feared.

A tender
embrace of
a friend and
lover.

Promises of
forevermore
knowing it
is only
lore

Great loss,
for without it
how can one
know Great
Love?

Winter’s first
blanket of snow
crisp, clean,
untouched

Friendship, loyalty
bravery and
hard won
freedom

Last and most
important,
faith in Christ.
Gives me certainty
in my
Eternity.

If you were to list the things that made your life worth the living, what would it have on it? Take a moment to ponder at the things that first made you wonder. Of course, I could have listed a thousand or more things that God has blessed me with but then what would that leave left?

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Harvest


 

Sparkling rays
through a prism
of tender dew

Droplets hang
precariously
as field mice
come to quench
their thirst

A cool breeze
whispers a reminder
of cooler weather
on the way.

Get busy, get busy
there is no time
to delay!

Creatures great and
small run here and
there as the end of
autumn draws near.

The glade is a buzz,
a hub, if you will, of
busy tasks being
fulfilled.

Scurrying up and
down the trees
packing their homes
seemingly with
ease.

Spring thaw started
this race to
repack their tiny
space.

Autumn nears its end
are you ready
my dear friends?

Little Sparrow


by
Tina Blackledge

Little sparrow,
tell me how
you can
sing so
happily.

My Father
cares
for
every
need.

Your father!
Indeed?
Why you and
not me?

Simple,
I believe.

Well, not me!
No, not me!
Are you blind?
Can’t you see
the misery?

Blind I am not.
Certainly, I
see all
the insanity
in humanity.

Yet, merrily
you sing from
early morning
till dusk. There
is no reason or trust!

Ah, reason
you say?
What profit
have you
found in
reason
up to
this
day?

Surely, you
have lost
your little
bird mind!
We have medicine
allowing us to
live longer.
We have technology
that makes our
lives easier.
Why, we even
have places
we live in
space!

Impressive, without doubt!
Then all humanity is happy
and free?

Not… Exactly.
Wait just a darn
minute! You know
full well why
humans struggle
and die.

Yes, I do.
Can you
see what
is truly
true?

Of course I
can, your Father
did us in! He
set us up for
failure then
left us in
sin!

Ha! Fool
that you are
it is little
wonder
why your kind
cannot see
very far!

Oh really?
Do tell, little
sparrow, why
you are so much
better off than me.

I was created
on day five
to serve as blessing
and to fill the skies.
Every corner of creation
have we taken flight
noticing an ever
growing blight.
Rightly said, Sin
did you all in
but that is not
where it all ends.

You are a silly bird,
falling for these
childish stories.
How does a single
one abate your
worries?

Oh man, cannot
you see, there is not
one shred of worry in me!
My Father’s eye is always
upon me and I trust him
with the life he has
given me.

You are a puny little
bird, you have no power,
you have no wealth, no
security, and no assurance.
How can you believe this
travesty?

If only you could see how
the world appears to me. Then
maybe, just maybe you could
believe.
In my flights, here and there,
I cannot help but hear the
cries of terror, pain, and anguish
spreading everywhere.
A plague inching its way
into every home.
The Father made the
ultimate sacrifice to
ensure each of his
children had an
opportunity to
return home.
You rejected him,
scorned, scoffed, slandered,
reviled, repackaged, and recreated
a modern palatable Creator, who
cannot offend any.

By your account
humanity has failed
and there is no hope
left in such a wicked world.

The Father is patient,
forgiving, and loving
beyond all measure
so there is always
reason to hope.

What could I possibly
do, for I am nothing, even
less than you?

No, this is not true.
I have not told you
all there is to know.
The plague of misery
spreads quite easily
but
there has always been
something extraordinary.
During humanity’s darkest,
most vile moments.
It cannot be seen by
human sight.
No, not from the ground
or a plane in flight.
However, birds have
perfect sight.
In the deepest, darkest nights
where the screams accelerate the blight…
something new grows bright.

What was it? Have we developed a
new weapon?

No…at least not in the
way you imagine. We thought
they were rivers at first but then
came to realize it was hope, kindness and
love being offered to humans during the
very worst times of their lives. It looked as if
a complex network of veins and
capillaries spread everywhere. Nothing
was untouched by this glorious light. It
was coming from believers in Christ
following God’s plan for his or her life.
The Holy Spirit revealed
in acts of love, courage, and compassion
offering salve to those trapped in an evil pit.
There is always hope to defeat shadows. Each human
created is given a task to help those
around you in desperate need, yet often this task
is clouded by greed.

If each one of you

could submit and obey to all the

Father has to say then your

spirit will grow adding

to this wondrous light show.

Matthew 10:29-31

DEFIANT LOVE


Stillness owns the moment,
not a breath spared.
Eyes drunk with spent passion
Searching her lover’s soul
for the unbounded love
he foretold.

Exhaling…slowly…deliberately
creates a mist in the
cool autumn air.

Her lover’s eyes
reflect the brilliant
canopy of stars in the
night sky.

Constellations dance
in the glassy reflection
inviting her to join them.

Smiling mischievously,
he tenderly kissed her
soft, sweet lips.

“I will love you…till my last breath”,
saying with great strength
this proclamation.
“God will bear witness to our
love when we meet in
paradise.”

Melting into his embrace
she held him ever more
tighter than before.
Her mask of strength
betrayed by the tremble
overtaking her body.

Barely beyond a whisper
she spoke,
“Never do I want this
night to end”.

“Oh my darling,
this is but the beginning
of our journey, for we
shall reunite for all
eternity.” Strength filled
confidence punctuated
his promise.

Lost in his adoring gaze,
she felt the truth
of each word
being sewn upon
her heart.

Moments, though fleeting,
of bliss so pure,
love so fierce,
and courage unbounded
gives chase to
the evil
lurking in shadows.

Defiantly, create, collect,
and treasure such moments.

Little Soldier


A little lad barely five
years old stood along
the parade route
on a cold November Morn.

The crowd could not be
called a crowd at all
cause few bothered
to care at all.

Yet, here was little Tommy
wise beyond his years.
Standing straight and
tall. A firm salute, he
held in hopes of honoring
them all.

He wore a cap that was
far too big but he wore it
with pride for the little soldier
he held inside.

Tommy held little interest
in what most five year olds do.
He did not come to see the tanks,
planes, floats, bands,
or fancy dancing horses.

No, Tommy knew it was the brave
men and women who deserved all
his respect so he kept
his salute firm and fast as
each group marched past.

First came the army
led by a huge tank
followed by our brave soldiers
in file and rank.

Next, the Navy men
arrived, the white
uniforms so bright
Tommy had to squint
his eyes!

An old biplane
from the Great War
led the airmen
down this asphalt corridor.

Finally, the ones Tommy
had been waiting for.
Although he loved them all,
it was the Marines, who
inspired him to stand
so tall!

Rounding the corner,
a Bulldog led the pack.
but
suddenly they stopped,
turning to face the boy,
they returned his salute
in honor of the insignia
adorning his cap.

Turning back around
ever forward do they march
for our freedom
they fight.
Often to the point that
extinguishes their light.

After the last Marine passed
the little lad completed
his salute with a crisp
snap of his hand.

His Daddy had taught him
time and again to show respect
to each and every soldier whenever
he can.

You see, his Daddy
was a Marine who fought
in the Iraqi war. He had served
three tours but couldn’t
make it home from number four.

Tommy looked up and
down the street then asked,
“Mama, why aren’t there
more folks at the parade?”

“Because my sweet darling,
they have forgotten a
very important truth.
Freedom isn’t
Free!”

Mama took her little soldier’s hand
and they walked with heads
held high to join the celebration.

The Cost is high, indeed, as too many Daddies never see the brave men their little boys will be. Be certain to honor those who made it back and thank them for their service so you and I could practice our freedoms. Freedom is not your birthright as it continues to be fought for by all our brave men and women in all the armed services. Many come home broken with thread bared souls and need our love and respect to heal. Show respect and afford them your gratitude because without freedom, EVERYTHING you enjoy or own would be stolen from you.

Falling Autumn


Spiraling faster and further
with each revolution.

The darkness below appeared endless
and black as pitch
sending terror throughout.

Days before were spent
enjoying the bright sunlight

An illusion of being stationary
is felt during a time
within the length of descent.

Abruptly, great force drives
me halfway into the ground.

The impact disorients and I
cannot tell if up is down
or down is up.

A speck, nearly too
small to see, plays the
beacon to my waning hope.

So terribly far away.
How can it be so far
from here to there?
How will I return?

Rustling, snorting, chirping,
strange noises from everywhere
and nowhere. Without illumination
silhouettes cannot be determined.

Life, there is life here.
Whether that is good or bad
remains to be learned.

Struggles to move away
from the strange and new sounds
prove hopeless. I am stuck.

Please, please, someone
anyone, help me!

“Child, you are exactly where
you need to be, just
trust me.”

Before another thought could
form, a huge weight pushed
me further into the cold earth.

Next time I opened my eyes,
I could tell time had gone by.
How much time? I cannot say.

I stretched toward the speck I
once spotted only to learn
I had grown taller and the speck
was closer than before.

Days and nights passed
in quick succession bringing
me ever closer to what once
I called a speck.

My time was not without
peril as this and that walked about
A few creatures stopping to take a
nibble here and there while others
only pulled upon my ear.

I was stepped on a time or two and
once the wind blew so fiercely
that I nearly broke in two.

But each year I traveled
closer yet to that beautiful
beckoning “speck”, where light was
abundant and darkness fled.

Finally, when next I
opened my eyes
the light was so bright
and full that the darkness
was a distant, long ago terror.

I had made it back above
the clouds where the sun shown
brightly for all to see
spreading its loving warmth
for you and me.

How did this happen?
How long had it been since
last I set eyes upon my friends?
Looking left and peering right,
I could not discern anything but
brilliant light.

I could hear mumbles here and
there. “Hello, is anyone there”?
I called in earnest.

“I am here, I have always been here.”
The familiar voice soothed.
“I was with you each and
every day. Watching, protecting,
teaching and loving.”

The strength of life coursed through
my body as I soaked in the Son’s rays.

“Father, may I ask, why
did I have to fall?” tentatively
I asked.

“It was your choice”, said He.

“You were curious about the
creatures below even though
I asked you not to go,” he stated.

“Father, I do not recall
anything but the fall,
the darkness,
the years slipping by
until finally reaching
your beautiful light. I saw nothing
as each day was night”, said I.

A warm breeze pushed
the clouds aside.

“Look. Look now and tell me
what you see,” he commanded.

Small specks scurried about
but I could not tell what
they were or where they were
running off too.

Then, as softly as a hummingbird’s
flight, I felt the warmth of pure
delight as a tiny speck far below
stopped to say hello.

I could not hear the words but
the feelings, I felt the intensity of the feelings
coursing through me toward
the Father, King of Kings.
Now, I understood.

Far, far below, a young man
leaned heavily against the
mighty sequoia and talked
to their creator.

Tears flowed silently
down his cheeks as he
stared at the tiny seed
nestled in his palm.

“Father, God, forgive me for my doubt.
You created this magnificent tree
from the wonder of this tiny seed.
How could I ever believe
you wouldn’t take care of me?
Thank you Jesus for choosing
to create me. I promise to do my
best to show others what you
have revealed to me, each
of us were created with purpose.
Yes…both me and this beautiful
old tree.”