Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. (Taken from Maclean’s book, A River Runs Through It.)
The nearest anyone can come to finding himself at any given age is to find a story that somehow tells him about himself.
Norman Maclean (1902-1990) was an American professor at the University of Chicago. Later in his life, he became quite an accomplished author. He spent part of his childhood in Missoula, Montana where his father was a Presbyterian minister.
Welcoming
Father’s door
Opens with grace
Finding joy in hope
Prayer
Opening
Wounded heart
Coming to Father
Asking for mercy’s aid
Prayer
Enabling
Faith’s voice
Light replaces darkness
Gratifying conversation with Father
Prayer
This series of poems (written in the German-inspired style of Elfchen or Elevenie) shares a total of eleven words in each poem, with a sequence by line of one, two, three, four, and one words.
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Prayer fills us with a source of peace to share with others.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated September 27)
Prayer is not so much an act as it is an attitude–an attitude of dependency, dependency upon God.
From Jeremiah 17:7: “Blessed are those who trust in the Lord, whose confidence is the Lord.”
Arthur Walkington (A. W.) Pink (1886-1952) was an English Bible teacher and Christian writer. Following his death, many of his writings were well-received by readers. This turnabout established him as an influential evangelical author.
The photos shown with this poem come from my private collection. They desire to complement each stanza with nature’s voice.
Toes filled with white beach sand
Eastern horizon brightens
Morning’s sunrise glowing
Feeling life’s burdens lighten
Face stings with winter’s cold
Mountain ski run offers thrills
Freshest powder waiting
Energy flowing downhill
Sunset viewed from front porch
Peace adds footnote to this day
Tomorrow always dreams
Thoughts sketching blessed essay
Morning’s wilderness lake
Fisherman’s heart set to cast
Man and nature as one
Sunrise ascends to full mast
Moments with nature’s voice
Thankful for each treasured gift
Every day welcomes home
Spirit no longer adrift
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The spontaneous rhythm of nature encourages us to try it out ourselves.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated September 26)
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Gratitude is a soil on which joy thrives.
Berthold Auerbach (1812-1882) was a German poet and novelist.
From John 4:23-24: “But the hour is coming and is now here when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father seeks such as these to worship him. God is spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.”
Wilderness travels
Darkness trembles, taking flight
Father always with thee
Witnessing Savior’s light
Mayhem’s daily noise
Stepping away, seeking peace
Father delivers truth
Savior transforms faith’s lease
Hope flowing with joy
Aligning with Spirit’s heart
Father’s eternal love
Savior’s breath brings fresh start
Cross proclaims mercy
Paying for every debt owed
Father’s unselfish grace
His love paves Savior’s road
Righteousness feeds faith
Bearing Spirit’s timely fruits
From Father’s blessed vine
Savior nurtures each root
From John 15:7-8: “If you abide in Me and My words abide in you, ask for whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. My Father is glorified by this, that you bear much fruit and become My disciples.”
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With everlasting faith in God, He leads us forward each day as our steps fill with righteousness.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated September 25)
Who of us has not longed for a word from God, searched for a glimpse of His power, or yearned for the reassurance of His presence, only to feel that He seems absent from the moment. Yet later, we realize how very present He was all along.
From Psalm 23:1-3: “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters; he restores my soul. He leads me in right paths for his name’s sake.”
