Riddles and Rhymes

What so fun about blank spaces

Making up chaotic grids

Or dismembered objects

That we just can’t seem to fix

 

Metal rods bent just so

Sadistically entangled

Aisles of endless paths that end

In 90^o angles

 

What is the lure that calls us to

Seek out the sheer frustration

 

That's disguised as

            Entertainment and/or relaxation

 

Are we challenging our minds

Or secretly competing

With everyone who’s gone before us

The thought is quite intriguing

 

Crosswords, mazes, cubes perplex us

Numbers, shapes and puzzles vex us

We reason, guess and calculate

Applying logic, law and faith

 

To find the answer someone knew

But disguised to hide from view

Challenging us to search and find

By paths known only in their mind

 

Meant to question and to seek

To find the wisdom of belief

 

The wonders of the mind of man

Are formed in us by God’s own hand

 

So through the mazes of this life

Misunderstandings, pain and strife

We can be guided by His light

When we recieve the mind of Christ

Storm's End

Thick stillness welcomes a shroud of clouds

The sunlight dims to disguise the hour

 

The leaves rustle like a nervous laugh

Before the wind chooses a path

 

Silently with a stroke of light

That flashes a warning of its might

 

A distant growl becomes a roar

Revealing the flashes at their source

 

They shake the ground and slap the sky

Releasing torrents in a violent tide

 

The wind then choosing its fickle path

Stretches its power across the land

 

Scarring the earth as though a knife

Cutting through homes and hopes and lives

 

With silent flashes like a bitter scowl

It pulls away its tattered shroud

 

That was torn by light regaining power

Scattering the clouds and revealing the hour

 

The suns shining rays are at first subdued

As they filter through the colorful hues

 

Drawn by His hand a promise renewed

Of His steadfast love and a hope that’s true

 

Stretching across the battered earth

             Beauty for ashes promised by His word

 

               Greater than storms that sweep through our lives

                Is the healing power of His glorious light

Mothers Day or A Place Like No Other

Todays about Mothers

            Those here and those gone
            To honor, remember and thank them for all
          
            Beginnings don’t matter
            The time, place or source
              To love as a mother she made the choice
 

              No matter how many

            She holds in her heart
              There’s a place never shared that was yours from the start

               It’s all about you there

               You are treasured and known
               No matter the distance it is always your home

               It’s filled with her prayers

               Her hopes and her dreams
               For your needs to be met and your goal’s to be reached

               How can I be sure

               That all this is true
                I’m not just a daughter, I’m a mom too