Rambling Writer

taken my senior semester at BCOM by my dear friend Tiffany ReNee’

 

 

 

Days Given

 

These days given were a precious gift.

Treasured in a thousand memories and photographs.

A precious baby sister now a beautiful confident young woman.

Standing, poised to follow God’s grace.

 

My playmate, sister and dearest friend.

We’ve had our share of laughter and love.

Our share of tears and sorrows too.

With every passing day I am reminded that these days were given.

 

For the days that He has given us I am forever grateful.

Thankful of the life that you haven chosen to lead, the dreams you dream.

For the hopes that you secretly hold in the depths of your soul,

And for everything that you are becoming, I rejoice.

 

As you look forward to a new set of days full of uncertainty.

With a mind fixed on hope and a heart full of desire.

Remember the days passed.

The dreams lived out and far surpassed.

 

Seek Him first in all things.

Love Him more than all else.

Hope with all of your heart.

Live courageously all the days you are given.

For Jancee’ Addie upon her graduation – 2009

 

Unseen

Not touched by man

Seen by eye

Nor grasped by the mind

 

Lived in flesh

Felt by faith

Held by hope

 

Not simply man’s intellect

Or his own design

Not purely fate human form

 

Made by Mind Divine

From a fashion of another kind

Glory adorned in lowly human form

June 28, 2009

 

 

 

Big Man

He never was a big man –

But his eyes were as deep, as big, as far reaching as the west Texas plains –

He never was a big man –

But his character was as strong as the hands that worked the field–

He never was a big man –

But his love was as vast as the rows and rows of wheat –

He never was a big man –

But his laughter was like the color that fills the sky as the sun rises –

He never was a big man –

But his faith was as sturdy as the steel that filled the shop –

He never was a big man –

But the impact that was left in our hearts will forever be a lasting monument –

He never was a big man –

But the greatness of who he was has taught us to live –

 

For my Grampy’s honor and in his memory

January 6, 2007

 

 

  

  

 

 

 

Stained Glass

A splash of color falls upon the floor as the sun shines in the window. Hues of green and gold dance around as the sunlight hits the pane of colored glass. I’ve always loved stained glass. Not the more modern stained glass art but the stained glass that would be the center piece of a well-to-do turn-of-the-century home or a small Methodist church. As I sit and ponder the reasons why I love the stained glass sometime so very simple my eyes catch the piece of stained glass that holds my attention. This turquoise, green, gold, and white piece that looks like a ribbon that resembles an anchor and is surrounded by a simple yet elegant box is a visual reminder of a childhood not so far removed. Echoing in my mind are the memories of the jubilation which comes when one is in an old house with the dearest people surrounding you. The laughter and adventures that one has when your imagination is set free and shown how to fly. This is what holds with fondness this blissful muse. Thankfully a soft smile sneaks across my face,grateful for a fond memory triggered by a simple portion of stained glass window.

September 19, 2006