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Rosalind Goforth (1864-1942); Presbyterian Missionary to China, 1888-1924

“Could we with ink the ocean fill,Were the whole sky of parchment made,Were every blade of grass a quill,And every man a scribe by trade,To write the love of God above,Would drain the ocean dry,Nor could the scroll contain the whole,Though stretched from sky to sky.” “We may trust him fullyAll for us to do;ThoseContinue reading “Rosalind Goforth (1864-1942); Presbyterian Missionary to China, 1888-1924”

Vulnerable

There he lay in glory,A baby instead of a King,The baas and neighs of animals,No mighty bells heard ring. Of castles, armies, and riches,He cared nothing of,But to live life vulnerable,Was to live his life with love. The Christ, born of a virgin,An epiphany of good news,The author of my life,My deliverer without dues. JanuaryContinue reading “Vulnerable”

Drowning Man

He came to me in a dream,Dripping wet in accusations,Of wrongdoing, wrong thinking,Of tragedy, woe and avarice. He wore a look of expectation,As if to shed these aches of the heart,For he knows his time is short,And his mortality is drowning. Yet he has reveled a lifetime full,In perdition, telling lies,And drunk selfishness,Until all haveContinue reading “Drowning Man”

Relax, You’re Not In Charge

I find myself in great enjoyment,Of these early morning drives,Cool wind through the windows,Of the days beginning lives. The sun is up just so,It lays into my eyes,Begging pardon for the blinding,Still the moon commands the sky. What shall I do with this gift been given,Shall I pray, play, or die?I await His Holy instruction,AndContinue reading “Relax, You’re Not In Charge”

Lord With Me

How can you love me so,To overlook my transgressions,When I have so far to go,Yet, you never tire giving lessons? Only my personal creator,Could consider me dearest,As soul saver for to fetter,Trading son for the Spirit. Be my inseparable supervisor,Encourage me when I’m tried,For my life, be the scriptwriter,My confidant and guide. January 14, 2023

Marta Gonzalez – Prima Ballerina

Music starts to the maestro’s baton,Graceful hands like a flower unfurl,Her eyes and chin roam high above,On her toes, with her mind in a twirl. Notes from Swan Lake greet her,Fettered in a grotto corner space,But memories slip out her castle,Showing surfeit of skill and grace. More beautiful now than ever before,As admirers watch inContinue reading “Marta Gonzalez – Prima Ballerina”

Live Forward

Don’t be where you started, when you die,Afraid to strike out, frozen in place,Life will not stand still,While you find your courage. The family you want,Will never be,Your children but a dream,Who you never knew. Join me leaning into the wind,Hold my hand to control your fear,And don’t look back,At never did. February 24, 2021

Life In Prologue

You were created for eternal life,No matter what this life betides,As a prologue of creative design,An amuse-guele for today allied. Be encouraged that there is no ending,No death to worry or thwart,For death was conquered by Jesus,Our inheritance his heavenly court. We age to approach the beginning,Moving closer to the starting line,A glory too muchContinue reading “Life In Prologue”

Alone

I am afraid of being all alone,No smiles or love, nowhere to call home,Moved around, from room to room,Though I need you now, they tell me, “soon”. Sometimes confused; more often forlorn,From the life I loved, uncaringly torn,Family visits me but never stay long,A tease to my heart like a familiar song. I am captiveContinue reading “Alone”

Winter

The night was dark, scant of light,With just one star to see,Frequently, a cloud it met,No more a star to be. The wind pushed hard the weakened bush,Its limbs bent back in fear,Winter came, blew harder still,From house peaks it did leer. No rabbits traveled from or since,A fox not far behind,The occasional slush butContinue reading “Winter”