THE CREATOR’S HAND

THE CREATOR’S HAND

Storms rage and roar through my life, but

I am given a place of rest,

a place of safety

far above the sound and fury

of the destroying trial.

Like a small child,

I rest in the cradle

of the Creator’s hand,

so large and strong that none

can pull me out or storms destroy.

Wrapped securely in the cloak of His comfort,

He holds me in His great hand

where fear cannot prevail.

I rest in peace,

knowing that He will hold me fast

even while storms rage.

In His mercy,

He understands how human,

how fragile, I am,

and He provides protection in Himself.

He will never let me fall.

(2016)

 

A TRIBUTE TO TREES

SILENT PRAISE

They stand straight and tall,

arms outstretched and reaching

into the heavens, to God,

their silent voices praising their Creator.

They never more except when the wind

blows and they respond to the rhythm

of the wind. No matter how life has bent

them, they stretch toward heaven,

their praises shouting in silent voices,

heard only by those who listen.

They fulfill their mission, assigned

by their Creator: refuge for the birds,

shade from the heat, life of oxygen

from their leaves. In winter and spring,

they show that life comes from death, and

even when their lives have been cut short

and they exist only as a stump,

new life forces its way from the soil

into life. Death proceeds life, for a seed has to fall into the ground

and die before it will truly live.

Season after season, through death to life,

they serve their creator, drawing life from

the water in the ground and returning their silent praise.

Amazing!

snow begins to melt

I looked out my window this morning to find a light dusting of snow on the deck, on the neighbors’ roofs, and on the ground. We had a lot of snow before Thanksgiving, but not much since, unlike cities in the Northeast!

My husband would have said I was silly, but I have been taken with the “folding” of melting snow. I saw it on my car years ago and not long ago, I saw it on the rock wall as it melted. I can’t do it with my hands; nature does it!

Amazing.

Scientists say that each snowflake is unique. I ask, how can that be when it takes so many to make the kind of scenery some places have been inundated with? Even more amazing, they say the same thing about people. We have unique fingerprints, “eye prints,” voices. Even identical twins still have small differences, hard to see even for their parents at times. How can that be when there are billions of people on the earth? And identical twins come from the same egg and sperm? And children, born to the same parents and live for years in the same house, vary immensely! My mother used to say about her four children, “How can four children from the same parents be so different?” Even adorable new-born animals may look exactly alike, but as you watch them, they display different temperaments.

Amazing.

The One who created all this must be more than amazing! How our Creator must love variety, for nature is full of it, down to the tiniest detail! Not just in form, but in colors. There are colors that the human eye cannot see. There are things so small scientists are just beginning to discover them. Overwhelming facts. And amazing to my finite human mind. I want to think I should understand all things, but who can understand this Creator that does such amazing things! As I read about Him in Scripture, I am overwhelmed not only by His power but by His love and justice.

In all this, I am brought to thanksgiving. This Creator has given us a wonderful, beautiful Creation, and despite our ingratitude has made it possible for me to fellowship with Him.

Amazing.