Promises

The chair-of-today which seats me,
Body and soul,

Is a cushion of promises,

Background pledges

That make this day possible and

Watch over me with

All the stability of a mountain pass,

All the reliability of a golden sunrise,

All the bets of heaven laid on

A Carpenter from a dusty village 
   in Galilee.

The gentle breeze 
Teasing in my window promises

That with life’s changes

A Mysterious Force will be

Propelling them on a mission,

My part will be to ride the wind.

A Distant Song

Photograph by Katherine Micks

In memory of Mike Persson. A dear friend, servant of the Lord, lover of music, choralist, and champion of All That Is Good, True, and Noble in Preparation for Life in the Courts of Heaven. 

A Distant Song

Sing for me dear friends!

Sing me to heaven on wings

Of songs soft and low

That still all fears and

Whisper in hushed, holy

Strains about the wonders

Just around the bend.

Present with the Lord

With loving thoughts of my dear friend, Mike Persson, who has left this world today to be with his Lord and Savior. A remarkable man, and a dear friend, he will be missed greatly by all who knew and loved him.

Vigil of Angels

The Annunciation Angel by TITIAN

Always ready to do His bidding

The mighty, patient one stands alongside,

With watchful, tender, gleaming eye

Knowing how to trust and judging

Not by labored breath or pain etched face

But keenly watching the soul prepare for the journey;

Growing steadily more beautiful in grace,

Fingers of earth loosening their grasp

And the hands of the trusting spirit lifting toward

God and His Remarkable Kingdom.

Do You Hear It?

Gentle morning dove

Thank you, Lord 

   for the gift of sound…

the early call of a lone bird 

   at the break of dawn,

the swelling chorus of morning 

   in the tree tops,

I Don't Want Nails in My Hands

The light of the nightstand lamp bathed her little face in a golden, day’s end glow. She had picked out a library book and brought it to bed with her, asking that I read the page with a picture of Jesus on the cross. 

Before I even looked at the text to see how appropriate it was for a five year old, she looked at me with big eyes, waving her little hand close to my face and pleaded, “Grandma, I don’t want nails in my hands!”