HEART'S EASE

 

Somehow I feel

Hearts Ease

Today.

I know Not

Whence

It Came.

But Somehow

I felt it

just as I Spake

JESUS' Name.

 

 

If Jesus had to

Pray, What about

Me?

 

"Sweet Hour of

Prayer, Sweet Hour

Of Prayer that

Calms Me from

All thoughts of Care.

Sweet Hour of

Prayer!"

 

REASSURANCE

 

My Heart is singing

Today,

For the king Over All

Reigns there.

My heart is singing

Today...

For it knows

The True Meaning

Of Prayer.

My troubles, Uncertainties

And dreads

Are All Washed

Away in

Loves Wide Sea...

For I know that

Above the heavy storms,

My Father Observeth

Me.

My heart is singing

Today!

This is All

That I need

To know ~

Just that He Watches,

That He Cares ~ ~

And Will not let

The Waters

Overflow.

 

JUNE 11 1983

 

 

 

 

LORD, BLESS THIS DAY

 

Lord, Bless This Day

Which THOU

Hast Made.

Be it Sunlit

Or Cloud ~ Filled

Let Us Never

Be Afraid.

Let Us just Turn

It All

Over To THEE,

And thus

Find Ourselves

Radiant, fulfilled

Happy and

Carefree.

 

JANAUARY 23 1983

 

 

 

I HAVE A CHEERFUL HEART

 

If Your Heart You

Set at a Cheerful

Pace

It Will All of Life's

Pain and doubt

Erase.

 

 

A SUNRISE

 

Faith tells Us

What Our Next

Step

Should be

When All is

Dark.

During sorrowful

Days and Ways

Faith teaches Us

To Listen

For The Sweet Carefree

Song

Of The Meadowlark.

 

Faith Teaches Us

To Look Up

And join

The Blithe Song

Of Heavenly Praise

And Know that

There Will Come

A Sunrise

And Better Days.

 

Faith tells Us

What Our

Next Step

Should be

When All

Is Dark.

During sorrowful

Days and Ways

Faith teaches Us

To Listen

For The glad

Song

Of The Meadowlark.

 

 

WILDWOOD, HOUSE OF OUR CHILDHOOD

 

Wildwood Place

Was the Home

Of Our Childhood.

O Wildwood,

Dear Wildwood.

It Was a Place

That to tell

About

Would take

Forever

And a Day.

It Was just

That Way...

That Special

Way!

I could tell about

The Trees alone

On and On.

Each One Was like

A Friend ~

Come and gone,

Come and gone.

I could tell about

The Happy Brook.

But that Would

Take a Book ~ ~

Would truly

Take A Book.

And all about

The Great Pond

I Could relate

But I think

For that long tate's

Telling

None Would

Deign

To Wait.

 

There Were

All of

The Wildflowers

In The Spring.

Of These I choose

To Sing!

 

The Orchard

Was a precious

Place

Which Could

Bring

To every sorrow

It's sweet Grace;

It's "Special" Grace.

 

The Woods

Held for Us

More Secrets

Than One Could

Ever tell.

There All Was

Always Well,

Always Well.

Of Course, there Were

Our Own domestic

Animals ~ ~

The Horses, Pigs

And Bell, The Cow.

I Would depict

All of the happiness

and Companionship

They brought Us.

But how to Tell it All,

How?

At Wildwood Place

To entertain

Ourselves

We did so Many

Things,

Like Giving Plays,

And Dressing Up

In Costumes

That seemed

To Give Us

Wings.

The Family

And The Neighbors,

Smiling and Warm,

All Would Gather

'Round.

Love did abound

Love did abound...

Then there Was

The House Itself ~ ~

From Which No One

Long desired

To roam,

It Was the true

Center

For All Of Us,

Our Own

Home Sweet Home,

Our HOME

SWEET HOME.

"Wildwood Place"

Was The Home

Of Our Childhood.

O Wildwood,

Dear Wildwood!

 

Victoria BC

May 1, 1973

 

 

 

EARLY MORNING

 

Gentle, pale pink light is

Breaking

Over hills of blue,

And Over silken Waters,

Receiving Morning dew.

 

Fresh, Green grasses growing

Along the lake's transparent way,

Only appear the Greener,

For its Wide expanse of Gray.

 

Birds flutter past. soft trilling,

And of a suddenness One

Cannot explain,

All Care Away has far ~ flown, too...

Leaving Nothing of Which

One Can Complain.

 

 

BLOSSOMING

 

I seem to see ~

Sprouting Up

A bright New Daffodil

Their fresheness

And their beauty

Look beyond

Compare,

As in each

Envisioned

(Flower)

I See an

Answer

To Prayer.

 

NOW IS THE DAY

 

Jesus said,

"Now Is

The Day

Of Salvation".

He did Not say,

" I Will Give You

Another Day."

This May be

The Only Chance

You Will ever

Have

To kneel before

HIM.

 

Give Your life

Over To HIM

And To HIM

Deeply, humbly

Pray.

The Good Shepherd

Gathers HIS Sheep

Into HIS pastures

And His Pastures

Are Green.

The Sun shines

On them

With a Golden

Sheen,.

 

The Weary World

Is barren.

The poison of

Sin

Is everywhere

And despite

Their Suffering

Hungry Souls,

So Many People

Do Not know of

The Glory and

The Strength

Of Prayer.

"Come Unto Me,

All Ye

Who are Weary

And heavy laden,

And I Will

Give You

Rest."

These are

The Marvelous

Words

With Which

The Dear Lord

Our Humble

Souls

Has blessed.

 

May 13, 1989

 

 

 

GOD IS HERE

God is here,

Though mist

obscures

His face.

 

God is here.

I shall live

by His

Grace.

 

"God is here",

the distant bells

proclaim

And I bow

to bless His holy

name.

 

December 7, 1962

 

 

 

EASTER

 

The Joyous Morning

Birds are singing

In a Pale

New Dawn.

The dews sparkle

On fresh

Emerald grasses.

Around The Cross

The lilies glow.

For Christ

Is Risen!

And All sorrow

Passes.

Lambs bleat softly

As they look

Up

Toward the radiant

Light.

A fawn stirs

And Comes Out

of the wood

As the Joyous

Morning

Emerges

From the utter

Sadness

of the Long Night.

 

July 7 1979.

 

 


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