Extension of His Love



What transcends the breath

of time…

it is His love, pure, divine?


What gives hope amidst turmoil

and grief…

it is His comfort, ever embracing?


What is more then able to restore…

it is His touch and this I long for?


What do mortals need to know…

it is His hand’s – heart and soul,

outstretched, extended, for us all?”

(personal photo)

His Love Extended



Thank you Lord for being there…

even as others didn’t care.

In those lonely hours you offered peace,

comfort and release.

Thank you Lord for healing me…

of my sorrows and disease.

Nothing can keep me from your love…

as I welcome your presence near…

Knowing that for each pain,

I’ve endured, you’ve shed a tear.

And whilst for me to be with thee…


For that I am grateful; thank you Lord.

Where would I be without your care?

I know, for me, you’ll always be there.

The Rose Petal


Soft and silken is the petals of the rose.
Deep folds tuck in an exotic fragrance.
There’s many a colour to liven a room.
An invite to romance they encapsulate.

Sunny n wise is the rose bright yellow!
Wide as the expanse above is the blue.
Purple hides the rhythm’s of life’s tide.
But the white n red is His gift to us all.

His Timely Approach !!


Spring-time’s here…

as gazelle frolic…

in the dell.

Blossoms pink…


on the trees.


Sleigh ridden trails…

fade away…

with melting snow –

turning wheel

to  replace.

Oh, to have known…

of those day’s !


Sunshine beams…

effortlessly warms…

with heated strobe.

Touching all –

as to revel re-birth.


Folded hands…

found on white peak

mountain’s grand…

see green a-gain !!

Winter’s chill melts, fades,

as months, weeks, day’s,

gilded, spring-like, surprise…

Spring’s Embrace

 tree with flowers

(clip-art photo)

Spring’s fashion whilst enhance.

Apple buds flora on the branch.

Pink n white canopies a-mass.

Cherry blossoms flourish-sing.

Garden flowers, in turn, gleam.

Only the bluebell sees a queen.

Iris’s fair fragrance sunbeams.


Smoother is the delicate breeze.

Spring-time will embrace these.

As nature nurtures life’s breath.

Earnestly we await tho rebirth.

Signs form along many a vine.

Lilac – lavender pastel, divine.

Hollyhock towers o’er in height.


Petunia’s, Peonies, Pansies call

chrysanthemum, rhododendron.

Tulips shine in bright surprise.

To daffodil’s Easter brings life.

As pods gently nod their head.

And mum mends thus to blend.

Oh – benefits are spring-sent!

Unanswered Question(s)


Could it be that people try to build in their mind’s their own ideologies

in order to forfeit the “gospel truth?”  No matter how strong a wall or

barricade you put up, to line yourself against a faith, doesn’t mean you’ll

come out ahead.  Life doesn’t just give you the answer’s though – does it.

But one thing’s for certain life will always be and always has been fragile.

And all those material things people collect will not cushion their ride to the

“other side.”

* thoughts anyone…you may want to express…?

White Stallion Rider


horse white free

clip-art photo above

There’s beauty in thy light pedal beams; star likeness streams between.

Come my refined walk with me. I’ll show you the steps my luv defines.

Oh, that thou doth walk with me. My sister, the willow, my brother the elm.

Father wind leads on in strength. Star-light gleams she’s whole with-in –

fragrant spring honors sun beams.

This doth my stallion, my white horse, see with-out restraint o’ course.

Ride thy reins free o’ refrain. Know the powers that that gains.

Ride with wings free and full. Don’t let hindrances race along.

Believe you’re able; you can you know.

Full o’ faith from within;

her white stallion

she rides a-gain.

Yea I am with you always even unto the end of times.