Just Beyond the Dawn #poetry #devotion

behind the curtains

Like holding rushing water

or embracing the stars

we must hold lightly

to whom we are

not just this moment

a raging sea

cannot upend

the love for me

The earth holds little

in actual pull

the gravity’s waning

as heart grows full

abundant purpose

window opens for me

a place for sailing

in eternity

 

There are days that seem so weighty and burdensome. Grasp a hand full of soil and cast it to the four winds. It doesn’t remain in a state of stasis neither do we. Don’t dig your heels into what doesn’t last. Be set free by the hope past the world’s window that is cracked open for you…

 

Turn Your Eyes Helen Lemmel 1922

  1. O soul, are you weary and troubled?
    No light in the darkness you see?
    There’s light for a look at the Savior,
    And life more abundant and free!
    • Refrain:
      Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
      Look full in His wonderful face,
      And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
      In the light of His glory and grace.
  2. Through death into life everlasting
    He passed, and we follow Him there;
    O’er us sin no more hath dominion—
    For more than conqu’rors we are!
  3. His Word shall not fail you—He promised;
    Believe Him, and all will be well:
    Then go to a world that is dying,
    His perfect salvation to tell!

Painted in a Corner #sundaydevotion #poetry

shore

always striving holding tight

no room for error failure in sight

squeezing out hope before day’s dawn

what was I thinking night lasts so long

welts of frustration fume like disease

more than downtrodden, driven to knees

no air is left a sullen choke

hot tears on my face rising in smoke

Lord please clear fog dims my path

align me with peace stem this tides’ wrath

give me somewhere solid to place one foot

and room for another for faith I will look

shake the dust away my eyes

set love like flowers its fragrance rise

I can walk not knowing where

Christ leads me onward my load he bears

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Are there days when you feel you can’t go left or right, north or south? Neither our minds nor intuition can get us out of the corner we are painted into. Then truth filters the fog “Trust not in your ways but God’s.” I’m glad God knows the way out of life’s maze. He alone can release the choke hold that the world has on us. His love is a powerful remedy for the ailments of this life.

My son, let them not depart from your eyes—Keep sound wisdom and discretion;22 So they will be life to your soul
And grace to your neck.23 Then you will walk safely in your way, And your foot will not stumble. 

~Proverbs 3:21-23

 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

~1 Corinthians 13: 4-7

 (KJV) Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

~John 15:13

 

Current Zika transmission — Ned Hamson’s Second Line View of the News

As of week 17 in 2016, ECDC extended the period for classifying whether a country or territory has active local transmission from two to three months. This change is based on the fact that Zika virus outbreaks last usually for more than two months. In addition, ECDC added a ‘countries and territories with past vector-borne […]

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Nature’s Example #100tpc #poetsforchange

fawn

 

dawn is playing with the color wheel

two does and their young pass

a fawn races toward flowers

nature dances its morning ritual

mothers tilt their heads

large eyes are watchful, hopeful

mesmerized am I in silence

the choir holds its breath

peace as golden rays curve the horizon

a white tail bobs to my left

lingering on a tasty morsel

none push others away

though rib cages bulge

an ear flicks, a buck crosses the road

stately he watches those ahead

worries crease not his brow

equal is the footing

a bird titters a “good morning”

the mamas follow the path

children run in circles

each move to the morning’s cadence

I awaken to a jet piercing the sky

too soon my peace is interrupted

drivers jockey for position to be first

breaks screech as metal bends

reverie is broken

 

 

 

Sharing with the event 100,000 Poets for Change:

For today’s online event, our choice is not to put one of the three themes—peace, sustainability, and social justice—above the others, but to recognize that all of these three necessary areas of change interrelate in complex ways.

 

 

 

Zika Virus | Ministry of Health Singapore — Ned Hamson’s Second Line View of the News

The Ministry of Health (MOH), Singapore has been closely monitoring the Zika virus situation, and will be introducing several measures to enhance the surveillance of the disease and the protection of Singaporeans. We also urge all Singaporeans to take the appropriate precautions to prevent mosquito breeding as vector control is critical in preventing transmission and […]

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