He guides me

The cross He shields and saves.   So many gone to sees what's here?  Lost then found.  Whatever your will .   so they think they had to keep up this good we and you too to know your good.

Humility and truth.

Deepest of what ??

blited and withered like grass I am holding on to You PS 102

Cars zooming past the house....

An earth shattering awakening from bed ridden illness caught the surround sounds of workers rushing down the street.  Sadness filled my heart as the shivers of mysteries climbed my from head to toe.

Dreainess consumed me of the interruption of the do it again life and again repetition.  Then the wither of the heart hesitant for the next visit from God as my crumbling joy pitter patters over soggy eyes and big black holes in the heart.

"The Lord is my Shepard....ps23 my strength when I am weak. " Tiny uttered.



For His Name Sake..PS 23

dreams

Sitting at a summer coffee with Winnie has talked about dreams she had last night.  Dreams of sci fi with clones and planetsxand dinosaurs.

A couple years ago not last night. She is dying yet comes back stronger. She said she can fly and burn up as a meteor.  I told her a lot of my dreams are about people familiar.

Genesis 40-41
Joseph forgotten.

soul restoration

For His namesake a life brought back in a blink f an eye.  All the time in the world day and night He is near.  Here.

Head. She yawned. A lioness in her den.  No place to lay.  Anger swallowed the craved milk of passion and it filled up with spiritual joy.

Body moving from past routines into the present shift of tasks.  Many days and nights took fantasy into a deep sleep.  Still more waves hit the shore some choppy and cold with no reply.  There was no rescue.

He leads me and lays me.....PS 23

A beautiful stillness before ore earth formed by the heavens. Going here or there smothered me with dreams.  Daily routines of smoking, wondering, planning, practice ing travel, caution, living and loving was repetitious.  Staring off into a magazine or cheap can of beans were not what it seemed,

Fire of Eire

Givecit a go burning ing blowo f glory. The toffee cookies on campus were warm and goowy.  The whistle from the traffic Shepard echoed against the high rises.

Far and away from home and closer than ever before were the worries of the day. Holy triune.

Ireland's sea billows were hushed by the holy winds of St. Patrick.  His early days of faith echoed against the rocky cliffs and mysterious fire in golden sunsets. Laughter bounced off green meadows and rocks.  Tears from years of soWinds filled the Earth and Irish eyes empty cried for freedom.  The smallvoice in Gods country quieted the ztormy Irish hearts and mistz of its holy waters.rrows made the Irish sea a divide up territory.

Stoney paths and broken kingdoms filled green pastures with stillness and restoration of the soul.  Earth along Ireland sung new songs of pangs and hearts long.  Joy comes from the warmth and forgetfulness of old strongholds.

Surrrnder

Coffee
shhhhh
Shhhhhh
Shhhhhh
Sea billows wild raw salted earth

i shall not desire

No lack.
Fulfilled satisfied with Blessings.

The Lord

Seeking His Kingdom
Clouds
Not proud
In His Word
His Son