Sunwhere

The sun is...warmth-giving and happiness-giving...

Jessi Lane Adams

Sunwhere

Summer must stay bright and warm

Somewhere;

Sunshine must shimmer over fragrant fields

Somewhere;

Lined with rows of roses in hues,

Anywhere

 From palest pink and softest yellow

All the way 

To bold and boisterous red and deepest purple.

Somewhere

Summer is warm—melting buttery sunlight,

Somehow

Into soft swirls of petals atop thorn-studded stems

Somewhere.

Bloom in Time

To the heart that is attuned to Him, 

God comes in surprising ways 

Henry Gariepy

Mid-winter 

Thick green stems 

Shoot up

Form two bulbs that swell

Till they burst

Red blooms of soft red satin

Unfold and beam at us

 Spring's face in December

Ten flowers

Amazing blossoms

God's art show

Sun Fire

God can take our trouble and change it into treasure.

Barbara Johnson

The sun flares bright

A flame of sudden fire

Across the sky

In the last minutes of 

A winter day

And then is gone.

Seeds

While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, 

and cold and heat,

 and summer and winter,

 and day and night shall not cease.

Genesis 8:22

Summer's over—no blooms

Scent the air as they did on

August evenings

Yet, like a gift, each flower leaves behind

A little wooden parcel of seeds

Some to be nibbled by hungry birds

Some to fall and produce

Another summer avalanche 

Of color and soft ruffled blooms.

Snow Adventure

How wonderful, O Lord, are the works of your hands....

The beasts of the field, the birds of the air 
bespeak your wondrous will. 
You have made us able to hear the music of the world,
 a divine voice sings through all creations. 
Hebrew Prayer

I have never met a child 

Who didn't love to play in snow

This little doggie loved it like any child

She ran and slid and plunged through drifts

What an adventure 

Playing in the sunlit wind and snow!

Bread Rising

We bring nothing to God and He gives us everything.
Gary Thomas

A little yeast mixed in 
Warm water and flour 

Set by the fireside to warm

Grows loaves of bread that bake 

Buttery and fine

In the hot oven. 

Just a little yeast makes something good.

But likewise a little sin hidden away inside me

Kneaded by self doubt and a victim mentality

Grows something not good; 

Grows grief, grows trouble.

A little sin kept warm and held inside 

Grows pain and sorrow and more sin.

It needs a hot oven to stop that yeast,

To kill it and make my life a safe

Healthy place to live again

Let your truth, Lord Jesus, be the heat 

That cures what ails me.

God Art

Nature is full of genius, full of divinity;

so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

Henry David Thoreau

Seems to me that God is a painter

An artist who loves to surprise

To play with light and color

On his earthen canvasses

Roses, sunsets, bird feathers,

Autumn woodlands, childrens faces,

Grasses and garden truck, fruits,

Apples, plums, tomatoes, pomegranates,

Water, sky, fire, and wildflowers.

Foggy Morning

Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world 
with grateful hearts: and no one to thank.

Christina Georgina Rosetti

Swaddled 
by elece hollis

foggy
 morning

*
wait in Silence
*

no 
Song of bird
*

no 
voice of man

*
quieter than quiet

*
Silent earth
*

Swaddled in a blanket 

of white