Wisdom Of a Child

Love As I Have Loved You

The Lord Is My Shepherd

Where Will You Cast Your Net? Fishing For Jesus!

 

 

"Jesus I ask you

For the Real You"

from Beautiful Outlaw, John Elderidge

Jesus Is Alive! He Lives & So You Can Too!

 

Seeds Into Wildflowers

Eggs Into Song Birds

Cocoons into Butterflies

Life Is Reborn

Life Is Renewed

Skies Brighten With Rainbows

Grasses Green With New Sprouts

An Angle’s Paintbrush

After the Cold Sleep

Fear and Doubt and Anger

Replaced by Hope and Love and Peace

Christ’s Promise of Renewal

God’s Gentle Touch Upon a Soul

©Milancie Adams

Hammock Corridors (™)

Palms Triumphant

Light Fell Softly

 

 

 

 

 

The Light fell sofly in bands of reds, purples, and golds

On the waters it fell mingling with the ocean’s foam on wave crests

Before gliding on down sparkling each ripple

It rested on treetops brightening each leaf and frond

Then sliding on downto the sand

Glittering each granule like diamonds

Warming the small one as she sat digging her castle’s mote on water’s edge

It highlighted the clouds before catching a rideon a great golden red bird

Nestling in its feathers as he folded his wings and dove

Coming to settle next to small one

Quietly she offered him part of her loaf and cheese

And he in turn brightened her space with a song

Coaxing a smile of delight that sparkled in her eyes.

Treasures of the Light

Quiteness of New Lights

Christmas Through The Looking Glass

Brightness Of the Season

 

 

May the Brightness of the Season

Light Up Your world

As You Celebrate God’s Many Gifts !



Thru the Looking Glass of Time - Milancie Leach

 

Milancie Leach 1836-1919 my great grandmother protrayed as a child, She was artist, poet, musician and the bell of central NY taught drawing and painting at DANSVILLE SEMINARY.

Windswept Walk Thru Time

Motion Spun from Stillness

Quiet was the dawn as the wee one began her walk

Slow was the night to fade and the colors to spread

As if the artist of the sky’s canvas

And the poet of the day’s passages were waiting

The wet dew covered blades that lined her path invited her to stray

They tickled and cooled her soles bathing them with droplets

New blooms from the wind sewn wild flowers mingled among the blades
                                                                                              

Their scents lightly perfumed the gentle sea breeze

A light mist enveloped her and she opened her mouth to taste the salt

Slowly she twirled as a ballerina’s dance caught in slowness of time’s motion

Stopping at each turn to take in each stroke matching her rythmn to the notes

Now the path from the house ended and the woods lightened into mangroves

Lining the beach by the small pool where birds fished and she waded

When would it start she wondered, she had come, she was ready, they had waited

Only now did inspiration trickle down from on High for He too had waited on her

Slowly not to rush her He began to put the day into motion

The dark blues were washed with pinks as He coaxed the sun to rise and the moon to set

The stars glimnered  as He blew them out one by one

Birds chorus now broke the stillness and peoples now joined her

Casting their nets they would gather each their share of bounty He had sown

Now she too must begin her toils and she skipped to her grandfather’s side

Taking his hand she spilled forth in laughter the treats only given to her

His eyes glissened with small tears of love as he picked her up tenderly hugging her

She was his charge, his alone , his purpose and she kept him young at heart

And he too thanked the Lord who watched them both keeping them safe.

Imersed Realm of Colors

Hammock Corridors - Through the Looking Glass of Time

Immersed in Colors

As I Begin This Day

As I begin this day of Sabath

May I begin it ever so slowly not rushing into the midday

May my mind not dwell on battles put to bed in yesterdays

Or be caught up in strifes past that can be undone 

May I Be Reminded it is a day of rest

A day of quietly trickling brooks not rushing river rapids 

Instead may I linger in the dawn of new awakenings

May I savor the simplicity of the day breaking

As I sip my tea and break my fast with freshly baked bread 

May I  first watch, first listen before moving or speaking

As angels paint the skies canvas magestically with brillance

As garden nymphs conduct the morning’s chorus of birds songs

And poppies turn their faces up to the slowly rising sun

While lizards sip the drops of dew on the new blades of green 

Letting these clues, blessings and gifts the Lord will reveal

Unravel in my imagination to a deeper understanding of possibilities

So that through creativity these threads may be woven together

Into a throw of purpose and pledge to walk a closer walk with Thee!

 

AMEN

Willows Canopy

Tender Light of Glistening Eyes

Night fell eve before leaving time Small ancient pub over looking wooded silvery lake Gentle breeze blew Looking out beyond window's sill A light rain fell not weeping No these were happy tears the sky cried Eyes that glittered and shimmered Tears of a laughing heart Tears of Joy Tears of Disbelief Tears a tender heart wiped with his cuff As he held his true love his soulmate An ancient oak limbs gracefully swayed Leaves bowing, curtsying, swirling and flirting in time to lakes waters murmuring lapping A sweet melody conducive to dancing and reflecting On New bonds recently sealed - On old bonds renewed A Reflecting Time A Smiling Time A Loving Time A Time of Discovery A Laughing Time Tonite was a night one wanted to stay Not rush into the morrow But to tarry a while more Unfathomed love to be discovered As I remembered all we two had found These two so new to love would weather the winds of time They would grow and their love would deepen with these seasons They Would Make it last They were there for each other as my Love and I also are One Could Tell Two leaves waltzing gently down together To be swept up once again Their love dance would continue never ceasing So many thoughts that couldn't be scribbled down Words could not do justice for Music singing Inside One's Soul A Quiet Time of Jubilation Bubbling Up An underground spring that would keep renewing itself This new love would blossom As ours has had and continues to Each flower with more beauty depth than the last Not shouting itself on mountaintops blaring horns But gently on glistening stalks Softly as grasses grow Quietly as oaks sway The ode this violin spun Magically would continue in tender lights of sunrise and sunset Milancie 16 Sep 2011 ©Milancie Adams 2011 Hammock Corridors (™)

 

Gifts If Only Fleetings Meant To be Shared

For but by the Grace of God you have been given these Gifts as He shaped and sculpted you the artist even before you were born and these gifts were meant to be shared and as you open inner self to others as they open their inner selves to you prose from Him flows through and out of you into others and in turn stanzas, sketches, and shapings from them flow into you.  And as the poetry, music, pictures and sculptures intertwine the art becomes one a singular unique collage to which each contributes exposing a fragment of his most private inner soul lingerings. In the doing each is set free if only for the brief encounter as the expression of the collage completes the circle from God through his people and back to God.

Milancie

 

"Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." - Pablo Picasso.

Through Time's Looking Glass

Wedding Poem - Come Love As One

In the setting sun on the shore to the symphony of the Nightingales

Two Trees bend as their fronds dance in the wind

And the Inner Light Speaks – Come Listen As One

She the Queen Palm and He the Willow

Both have endured much but now the calm invades their spaces

And the Inner Light Speaks – Come Trust As One

She once so protective of her young so strong yet so afraid to feel

He a stranger in a new land so far had his seed been blown from its source

And the Inner Light Speaks – Come Hear As One

Their Limbs intertwine and roots reach out to touch

As tendrils seek the same underground spring’s refreshing source

And the Inner Light Speaks – Come Share As One

Now their Love will form a sheltering canopy for her young

Who will venture forth trusting in the morrow

And the Inner Light Speaks – Come Discover As One

Give forth your heart to each other

Stay true to thou vows

Shelter and Strengthen Each Other

And the Inner Light Speaks – Come Love As One