Raining Sunshine

Sometimes, sadness and happiness come at the same time, like when it's sunny and raining!

Sometimes, sadness and happiness come at the same time, like when it’s sunny and raining!

Drops fall down, down from above;
Each shines bright, as bright as the sun.
Even in sadness, sadness with tears;
Joy can be found, found without fear.

Droplets of dew, dew on the grass;
Each, a tiny lens, a lens made of glass.
Our eyes cannot see, see every blessing,
We see only us, and besides us, nothing.

Sunlight hits each, each a small star,
Illumined to brilliance, brightness seen afar.
Christ gives us light, and sight to see;
He is the source, the source of eternity.

So let the sun show, show its bright light;
To the lost world, a world without light.
We are the drops, the drops of sunshine;
To light up the world, the world for Christ.

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Precious Memories

 

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Let me first explain this odd picture before I give you the poem. At first glance, it’s a messy dining room… That’s because it is a messy dining room. Although I can’t pin down exactly what it is about this picture, but it reminds me of summer. More than just summer though, this picture reminds me of my favorite, glowing, warm moments with friends and family. The warm sunshine and the messiness give it the feel of mid-summer, when everyone is busy.

It also has a lonely feel to it. An abandoned house, somewhat melancholy. It is a peaceful and endearing picture that stirs up the precious memories of every wonderful moment. Every precious moment: those, I will never forget.

Sunlight shines through the window pane,
On this glorious mid-summer’s day.
I sit in the shade, out of heat’s way,
And ponder the memories we’ve made.

Observe the paths we traveled then,
To places we never had been.
The good, the bad, the tumble-dee-dum;
We enjoyed the pleasure of friends.

Memories fade into the past,
They pass away entirely too fast.
Quiet, lonely, lost are the laughs,
That made every moment a blast.

Longing, I remember the sunny warmth;
Days of hope, days of comfort.
Then I remember that I’m still on earth;
There is still time for sunshine and mirth.

Lonely I stand, taking in this scene;
Sunny, warm, peaceful and serene.
But not alone, not as it may seem;
For friendships are, forever, a living, breathing, precious memory.

Leaves of a Golden Pathway

Leaves of Gold

On a walk through sunny shade,
The wind whispers gently through the trees;
The path before, like lemonade,
Yellow, golden, fallen autumn leaves.

Even in these quiet times;
There are changes so uncertain;
Yet God still gives us sunshine.
The clouds of doubt are now broken.

Once the leaves from trees have all fallen,
To the floor of the forest so far;
Once they darken, and their gold is stolen,
How barren the birch trees now are.

The leaves will grow back after a season,
Even though the trees appear dead.
Just so, every scar, bruise, and grievance,
Will heal after time trods ahead.

Take heart, have faith, seek Christ right now;
Though now may seem so sorrowful.
Time will tell what, when, and how;
The spring will bring something wonderful.

And so I find comfort, on a walk,
Through the shadows of today;
I thank God, for the lessons I’m taught;
As I walk on a golden pathway.

A Golden Pathway Through the Forest

A Golden Pathway Through the Forest

Sunset Watch

Sunset Watch

The bright sunny day, fades away in the west;
Slowly it dims, until only darkness is left.
We keep ourselves busy throughout the day,
When night finally comes, we sleep right away.
Right as the sun reaches the horizon so low,
Gold fills the sky, with a crimson-orange glow.
Every eye can see this painting in the sky,
No matter how far, we see the canvas light.

As you lay your head down, to rest tonight,
think about the times, think about our life.
The worries of today bring stress to tomorrow;
God lifts the burdens if we give Him our sorrow.
For right when we think the light is all gone,
A brilliant, gold glow, suddenly comes on!
At last we rest, so peacefully tonight;
content with today, and tomorrow looking bright.

Colorful Faces

Some people have very colorful personalities.

Some people have very colorful personalities.

As we race through life, doing what we can,

We fail to slow down, to see God’s hand.

The world around us is full of odd sights,

But the best are here, right in front of our eyes.

The best of creation, the most beautiful sight,

Is the face of a person, the face of a child.

Nothing can add to it’s lovely design,

Not makeup, nor rainbows, not even sunshine.