A FAITH LIKE GRANDMA'S
(Dedicated to Peggy Blackburn)
A faith like my grandma
is what I long to gain
Her trust it never wavers
regardless of life's pain
She is strong and sure
her God does never fail
When the storm of life does darken
she trusts Him to prevail
I have studied many hours
learning deep theology
But my truest times of learning
were at my "Grammies" knee
Without the fancy wording
of a deep and heavy book
She taught me simple trust
"He is Sovereign" says her look
So when I face my own trails
I will know that from His hand
Flows a sweet and bitter providence
and His plan is beyond grand
This faith is what God asks
and indeed, what He requires
And so I thank my Grandma
for this kind of faith, she inspires.
- Will Dole, Plummer
Truth, oh truth,
Knowing not why his conscience beckons,
Wisdom is calling to his deceptive soul.
Truth, oh truth,
Before the lies behind him,
consume the life in front of him.
Truth, oh truth.
- Keith Sargent, Mullan
I stare into the puddle
Rippling from the rain drop
Sent from the sky's above.
And wonder at the meaning
Showing endless continuances
Followed thru out its trail
Ever expanding, ever renewing -
Changing worlds as it rolls along.
There is no end to the rain drop,
Its influence to eternity - belong.
You wonder - how this might be
And dismiss what I have said
As if you cannot see
But returning to the drop
Rippling on its way
Joining others as its - thru
Sent on further each day.
Some may sink into
The earth beneath -
May enter a plant - to life create.
And further still when seasons done
And plant has died or
Retreated to its ground.
To the aquifer below
If not drawn upon - to return
Renewed thru sprinklers or faucets
To quench a thirst.
Continues ever on -
Ocean side enters - thru the earth.
An ocean drop yet still itself
Moves onward - caress drive.
May encompass the whole earth
From ocean to ocean side.
And some may enter air again - upward
Enter sky and start the cycle
As a drop rippling within my sight.
As the reality of a drop of rain
Reveals itself to me tonight.
Nothing is simple - valueless or
Of no concern.
Thru the power of a flash flood
The littlest drop can return.
Everything has value, is unique in it's
Own way - and never disappears -
Just changing its outer structure
As life goes on today.
- Gayle Darrigan, Hayden
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