Calling To Me

I heard it whispering to me
Throughout my busy day.
But I could never hear clearly
Just what it tried to say.

I heard it calling out to me 
In words I could not hear.
Seeming all day to draw closer,
Yet never get too near.

I looked for it as morning dawned
And when noon’s light drew nigh.
It seemed I heard it everywhere,
But it escaped my eye. 

Then just before the falling dusk
Turned my day into night,
I finally found it, hidden there,
Within the evening’s light. 

It took a moment to sink in,
I’d sought it for so long.
The peace that had been calling me
Was right there, all along. 

May Peace Hold You

May peace hold you close every night,
And joy greet you each dawn.
May you have enough love each day
That you can carry on.

May you have faith that still beats strong,
At the end of each gale,
And, by that faith, praise Him with joy
Who brought you through travail.

May you have work to keep you fed
And may you understand
The love so great that He's engraved
Your name upon His hand.

May peace hold you close every night,
And joy greet you each dawn.
May you have enough love each day
That you can carry on.

A Praise in Winter- Re-Posted from Each Day A Praise

Tonight I turn my eyes to You

And lift my voice in praise
I thank You for the blessing of
The coming winter days.
 
The time of darkness and of cold
When all the world is still,
As if it’s waiting for the light
To burst across the hill.
 
The light that turns the darkness bright
And warms the morning air
Until the whole earth shrugs awake
And new life’s everywhere.

The Broken Heart

It's in the silence of sorrow
That she hides from the pain,
There is no sun she can borrow
That will turn back the rain.
She knows she must rise tomorrow
And start living again,
But, for tonight, it's in sorrow
Her empty heart will remain.

Fairy Tales? NAH!

Where then is the happy ending?
The prince, who was a toad,
Rescued the damsel on his stead
And off the two then rode.

I think that I'm doing it wrong,
Though often in distress,
I can't seem to convince the birds
To come clean up my mess.

I don't want mice under my feet,
However well they sew,
And pumpkin coaches just don't have
the same get up and go.

I must admit a handsome prince
Could be a boon most days,
But I doubt he would tolerate
My wicked old witch ways.

I guess I have to settle with
Watching them on TV,
It doesn't seem like fairy tales
Will ever work for me! 

Joy in the Morning

Watching the night steal the last light,
She closed her eyes to weep.
But each tear held more joy than grief
And hope was hers to keep,
For she knew light, and renewed joy,
Would follow a good sleep.

Psalm 30:5
... weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.

Hummer in Snow

I sat and watched the quiet snow
Drifting softly to earth.
Each flake a joyful reflection
Of winter’s chilly mirth.

And as they settled all around
They sang a breathless song
Of dancing on a winter wind.
I laughed and sang along.