Streams in the Desert...

This year, I've been taking my devotions from a book called Streams in the Desert by Mrs. Charles Cowman. I have enjoyed the book immensely and wanted to share one of the excerpts here:


In "pastures green?"
Not always;
sometimes He Who knowest best,
in kindness leadeth me in weary ways,
where heavy shadows be.
So, whether on the hill-tops high and fair I dwell,
or in the sunless valleys, where the shadows lies,
what matter?
He is there.

--Barry

I hope this blesses you as much as it blessed me.

Nature's Mirror

Dark branches stretch across the sky,

across the water, they sleepily lie.

Tangling gently, shaking slowly,

converging in odd symmetry.

Golden tokens filter down,

littering both sky and ground.

Nature's mirror perfect reflection

to His love and earthly connection.

Well, I've decided to try and challenge myself with a picture a day and a corresponding poem. We'll see how long this lasts.

(Picture was taken by Maurits Van Wyk in South Africa for National Geographic)

Thunderstorm

Like the bare fingers of a pale dead tree,
the violet tendrils supercharge the night for just a
split second.

Then--an eternity later--the sky's heartbeat
rumbles across the deep realm of the night.


Honestly, all this dreary weather outside has got me feeling blue. Instead of snow, I would love for a gorgeous thunderstorm to rip through the sky!