Little One

Little one still being made in the womb

By the one who defeated death and the tomb.

What joy it will be to see your small face

Shaped by the hand the still pours out grace.

The unknown for us is….

                The color of your eyes, the shape of your toes

                The dimples in your chin, the crook of your nose

Is already known by Him who made all.

He sees you now in the womb and when you are quite tall.

We relish the time when you are a baby,

Decked out in your outfits, a little dirty maybe,

Most importantly, healthy, vigorous, and bright,

A joyful reflection of His Holy Light.

 

2-22-2014

Revised 3-14-16

Final Pieces of Creation

High mountain valleys with long sweeping vistas

Low willow trees stunted by years of wind and snow

Clear streams fed by springs burrowed beneath rock, dirt and ice

Skies broken by squalls whipped by ever present gales

Aspens, a strange collaboration of pale green leaves and dusty white trunks,

Lodge pole pines in varying degrees of decay, slowing succumbing to tiny unseen invaders

Rocks jagged, smooth, broken and round, in formations and jumbled piles colored in many different

                Shades and tones,

All pointing upward in mute testimony to their Creator and His magnificent imagination

Which primes my own feeble creative spirit to humbly express

His greatness, His goodness, His completeness, and His unending and unfailing love for us…..

                His final pieces of His creation.

 

Date unknown

Revised 3-11-2016