The Wonders of Nature

I look through my kitchen window each day,
seeking, as I always do-
All the signs of God's presence
in the soul-stirring scene that I view.

It never ceases to amaze me
that His presence is everywhere.
The Easter Lilies are radiant
Postural, as though in prayer.

They are programmed to bloom at Easter,
then close for another year.
Their role is to glorify the Savior-
then silently disappear.

Springtime is a season
of new life with a goal.
New leaves are forming, flowers are budding-
there is a stirring in my soul.

I read an interesting quote this week by Max Lucado that I
would love to share with you.
"Next time a sunrise steals your breath, or a meadow of flowers
leaves you speechless, remain that way and say nothing- and listen
as Heaven whispers, "Do you like it? I did it just for You."

The Cat Walk

Cats are territorial
They love to mark their space-
But the way they've taken over
is truly a disgrace!

Quick and nimble,
Sly as a fox-
They've claimed my whole yard
As their "litter box"

A concrete walkway
was formed for Me-
to allow a path that was dirt free.

Designed to have "eye appeal",
as well as being practical-
Whoever dreamed the cats would think
that my plan was so radical!

The morning after cement was poured,
I went out to check the walk.
Tiny pawprints were everywhere-
Believe me, CATS CAN TALK!

Now my Window Wonder is,
as I look out at my view-
"Dear Lord, Did you send these cats
so I would "keep in touch" with YOU???

I have to be Me

I am fighting the battle of resistance-
I have to be Me, in spite of insistance.
The world is doing its best night and day-
to alter my thinking- to follow its way.
Commercials tell me what I should buy-
Etiquette dictates the "how" and the "why".
Experience has proven to be my friend-
My values I no longer have to defend.
Don't try to make me an image of you-
It is so refreshing to have one's own view.
No longer young, my spirit tells me-
In spite of man's thinking, I have to be Me!

Solitude

I have heard it said that solitude is the soul's best friend.
It allows a quiet time within one's self to dream, to comprehend.

That's when we dream our dreams,
and pen our thoughts,
to bring them to fruition-
before they are ever verbalized
or expressed in composition.

It is only in the stillness of solitude, I find
the truth and purpose that brings peace of mind.

Counting One's Interests

"One should never count the years--one should count one's interests. I have kept young
trying never to lose my childhood sense of wonderment. I am glad I still have a vivid curiosity
about the world I live in."

Helen Keller, 1880-1968
Blind and Deaf American Writer and Scholar

The writer of that beautiful philosophy
expressed my sentiments so eloquently-
But I humbly acknowledge my advantage-
I can hear! And I can see!

But did she hear more clearly than I?
And did she see through the Master's eye?
Oh, how blessed to have the Master's touch-
to live to serve- to give so much.

May I never take for granted
the blessings of each day-
A kind word, a noble deed,
encouragement along the way.

LISTENING

People need people to validate their dreams-
No one is independent,
We all need someone, it seems.

A speaker needs a listener
to the language of his heart.
We all need recognition-
true listening is an art.

Do you truly sense the hunger
when a person speaks to you?
Or do you struggle with impatience
to express your point of view?

We may not all be Hemingways,
or famous for our prose,
But I sense a warm comraderie
in this group that grows...and grows.

When Does One Grow Old?

I woke up in the morning,
mind refreshed and full of hope.
There is so much I want to do-
all within my scope.

My mind is willing, my mind alert-
I'll spring right out of bed.
My mind is saying, "Go girl!"
but my back says, "Whoa", instead.

Ego! Yes, ego is the culprit
in this aging game we play.
I don't mind saying , "I'm 78,"
But, getting old???"No way!"