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The Rainbow

THE RAINBOW

While traveling home from work on a cloudy day,
Traffic caused my car to stop, so I paused to pray.
I was tired, and my mind was on overload,
But my spirit overruled my mind there upon the road.

Have you ever sensed His Presence and felt you’re not alone?
You feel free, without burden,
Because your sins have taken wings and flown.
Freedom at last, and the key word here is free!

When I opened my eyes, the traffic thinned, and the sun came out.
I experienced joy and wanted to shout.
The Promise was, is, and will never die:
Behold a beautiful rainbow, painted in the sky.

Not just any rainbow, I would have you understand,
For it soothed my mind and calmed my nerves
While refreshing my faith.
This beautiful rainbow was painted by my Master’s Hand.

It was, is, and shall always be,
Set against a cloud-filled sky:
A marvel to behold for all wondering eyes to see,
Until the sands of time through the hour glass run,
It’s there for you and me.

New Year Reflections

My wish for each of you is that you find whatever it is that you seek and truly cherish that which you find in the New Year.

Many of us become ensnared by the stresses, demands, ambitions, and desires in this pressing crucible of life.

The sands in our own hourglasses of life continue falling as another year goes by the wayside. I hope it was a good one for each of you.

Remember, during the hustle and bustle, the yuddy-yuddy/yammer-yammer, and excitement as a New Year begins, take a moment to reflect upon this awesome thing we call Life.

Little scenes come flooding back through the eyes of my mind: The wonder on a child’s face, a rainbow, or a bird in flight. It is the little things that ultimately make up each day. Do you catch the idea?

My New Year’s wish for you is that you each live as long as you want and want for nothing as long as you live.

Happy New Year, Everyone!

Rainbows and Waterfalls

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Stillness broken only by water sounds,

Cascading against the rock.

 

Time seems to linger here

As God’s watery finger turns back the clock.

 

I sit in awe at such magnificent wonder…

A rainbow adorns rising spray.

 

In my mind, as clear as chimes,

Haunting Indian flute notes linger far away.

 

An invisible hand, long before man,

Has carved and painted this land.

 

Man was then formed and given birth

To enjoy rainbows and waterfalls on Mother Earth.

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