A Dove Greeting the Day with a Morning Coo
Tag: Meditation
Thank You
I want to thank all of my followers and guests for stopping by my blog. I enjoy creating posts for the world to read. It’s also been fun “meeting” people from all over the world as they/you stop by. It’s a sincere pleasure. Please continue coming on by and making yourselves home😀😊.
You
Be the best YOU you can be. Don’t try to be someone else because you’re not them. Two people can do the same thing but each a different way. Yet…the outcome is the same. Why? Both individuals are different. So…be YOU.
Up Up and Away
Once by L. M. Montes
You liked me once
so long ago,
An eye you gave
to me you know.
But now I tend to disappoint
the one whose heart I did anoint.
I wish days of old be back
so joy to you will never lack.
And thus it goes into the sky
the air of beauty that made you sigh.
Renewal
Renew yourself in the blood of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who died on the cross and took away the sins of the world.
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life.
Changes: So Subtle, Moving Forward
Mt. Hood
Seasons
Winter ends—-
Spring will sing—-
Snow waves goodbye—-
Dew drops fall—-
Flowers awaken
From under their blankets.
Spring fades away—-
Summer has sprouted—-
All is warm and new—-
Lush green velvet grass—-
Lakes glisten turquoise blue—-
Show me such beauty
I know is true.
Summer gives way to fall—-
Leaves don their face—-
The cold lashes its tongue—-
Trees begin to shed their skin—-
How bare nature looks
When winter sinks its hooks.
Fall has disappeared—-
White has settled in—-
Snowmen stand in numbers—-
Birds are gone again—-
As nature spins its wheels,
God’s beauty slowly reveals.
By L. M. Montes
Sonnet I: Winter
When snow has come and lingered for a time,
The mountains shine like pure white satin sheets.
The jagged rocks that stand and point like knives,
Have but a look of poise and symmetry.
The houses they in hibernation go,
and sink like ships way deep beneath the waves.
Cold air does whoosh in frigid gusty blows,
But stops to peek a while inside a cave.
The birds take off from empty bare tree nests,
To seek their food which they know is not there.
The trees did fall asleep like all the rest
Of this great wintry beauty of no where.
The hunters coming back from years afar,
Do find their world still bright like heaven’s star.
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 