Monday, March 25, 2013

Promises Bring Hope


Promises Bring Hope

Sometimes life seems dusty, even bleak,
And hope just dribbles away,
Making it hard to face the future,
Yes, and even hard to pray.

A wounding word may disquiet,
Or great plans go all astray,
A health diagnosis is hard to take,
Or obstacles litter life’s way.

But then may come a child’s smile,
Or a kitty’s plea for “play”;
Or someone promises a gift –
Its thought worth more than its pay.

The gift may not yet be received,
But the promise brightens today.
And suddenly, there’s new relief,
And hope chases away the gray.

Sometimes God’s gifts may be delayed,
But his promise is to say,
“I keep my word, and you are loved,
And help is on the way!”

Though trouble has not yet gone away,
I can sing again of hopeful future day.

(c) 2013 by Marilee Miller

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Monday, March 18, 2013

The Brightness of God


 Oh, bright primrose,
You speak to me of the brightness of God –
I worship the Lord for his fiery splendor;
He sent his Only Son, who arose
From the grave’s cold, rocky sod
To be our Savior and our Defender.

Oh, bright primrose,
Just glimpsing your glory is reason to laud!
I praise the Lord who created bright candor!
I believe that Father-Son-Spirit Power flows
To enable my life to reach its full blood.
Bless you, God, for all that I ponder!

Oh, bright primrose,
Your cheer heartens me: I no longer plod,
But lift high my head, doubts driven asunder.
God, because of your brightness, I propose
To keep walking your Way, so broad!
Thank you for gifting my sense of wonder.

(c) 2013 by Marilee Miller

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Tuesday, March 5, 2013


images and text (c) 2013 by Marilee Miller;  all rights reserved


All the little events, yes, even the moods,
That make up the whole of our daily life,
Are like colorful patches:
Incidents, coincidences, God-incidences.
They join together to make a quilt-like design.
(Many designs, viewed through the lenses
Of hope, joy, peace, sorrow, crisis, contentment.)
The little pieces seem separate, and yet,
The whole of the patterns, actually matches,
Giving us a glimpse of the evidence
Of a thoughtful God who planned our lives,
And binds together our batches.
We are made in his image.
He carefully stitches our swatches
Until we reflect his transforming glory.
Incidents, coincidences, God-incidences.

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