Talk about being vigilant,
I am rather disappointed in some ways.
Why do you say this?
I have been coming to the website hoping to find
a post or two, perhaps an article or more
But it is not to be . . .
We have so many writers
but not everyone writes
and that includes
I too am guilty.
This post simply talks about the feelings I have this morning and nothing more
And feelings, people say, are not totally reliable. . .
Still it is good to express myself and thus it gives me a chance to write.
I remember two white-bellied sea eagles
Leap singing from the forest deep
Into the spangled sea and sky
And I longed to capture this in words
which slipped unheeding through my fingers
like sand, and I heard them say,
Your fate has changed – no longer
are you to stand aside and observe,
but leap singing from the dark
into the glittering gold forever blue
Happy Anniversary with Word Press.com!
You registered on WordPress.com 8 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging…………………..
I didn’t realise this
8 years is not too long and certainly not too short
Thank God for Word Press.com
You folks make my life exciting
and somehow, one gets acquainted with fellow bloggers
and often I pray for all to find life
sharing and caring
though in a way that is not that demanding. . .
Thanks be to God!
one never fails to be moved
verses short and effectively crafted
meditation made possible through
till the words become so meaningful
Child of God, woman beautiful, friend of Jesus
Lovely masterpiece are you
A servant of the Lord for sure
A most willing partner in the spread of the Good News
An intercessor pouring forth prayers in confidence
A sharer of all that edifies with those who love God
Who we think we are must be lived out
Then we can move away from head knowledge to the heart
The only voice we need hear
and obey is the voice of the Father – dada, daddy, papa
Whom I love and adore
Through these nights and days
I brooded maroon dreams
seething from the sullen core,
turgid walls and speared spikes
my only defense against
the unrelenting cheerfulness of the sun
whilst they grew large,
clutched tight and curled
within a grey- green fist
until it can no longer be borne!
Everything hidden explodes in this stinking
star the shade of dried blood –
this, my reluctant offering, too strange
for the light of day, yet at night,
it glimmers, it glows.