Little House on the Prarie

100 year old house with charm galore begs for a look and invites for more.

The wintry night though windows cold speak warmth and light of blue and gold.

The history made one can but guess.
But now is ours so on we press.

To live our lives inside these walls
enjoying the Summers, Springs and Falls.

But winter nights are specially sweet this is our home and dear retreat.

Not even a glitch: life in paradise

What do you think when you’re far away?
Do you pray to God for just one more day?
Do you feel the breeze while closing your eyes
Feeling blessed for each moment in paradise?
If only, if only it could always be so
Then joy through your heart would always flow.
You’d say in all times this life is rich
No problems, no worries, not even a glitch.
Well God brings the bliss and that’s for sure
He brings the bliss and some manure.
He brings a shovel to clear the stall
And lots of flies that dot the walls
Then rain and hay and extra hands
That ease the work and make you glad
Yes glad you find in work or play
When finding God in every day.
Knowing Him through pain and tears.
Knowing Him in all your fears.
Knowing He knows, yes knows it all
That He’ll pick you up whenever you fall.
Yes, be glad when there’s nothing you lack.
But gladder still when God’s got your back.

See me!: Sunrise calling

Light is beautiful wherever you find it.

Peeking through trees and laceing green leaves.

Or kissing petals at morning’s first light.

The dew on petals the dew on grass shine like diamonds and are gone so fast.

Then in places unexpected the light brings shine and reflects the beauty of sky and pine.

Even passers by seem halo adorned in white with morning glow. Do they see it on me?

Now on the fence

Or down beneath the kiss of light is just as sweet.

Now through the fence

Or through the bough

Close to the bark

Or in a row

It all sings glory

And softly invites

See me. See me. See me!

Good morning!

O Camilla shy and sweet

Sweet Camilla shy and soft and dear. How you bend in deference to all who would come near. You have no barb to defend you. No will to resist the hand that plucks you from your verdant home or say no to its demand But you are pure and simple beauty yes , inside and out. For I desire to be like you and all you are about. .