Alarm goes off —
Get up and pray.
Starting out
Another day.
Cold water splash
Upon my face,
On Adam’s daughter
Of human race.
Do morning chores
And then get dressed.
Give husband hug,
And cheek caress.
And then we both
Go out the door.
Another day
Begins once more.
How can I His child be
When worldly cares relentlessly
Beat at my door?
I must let go,
Let trust decide
And be my guide.
Let go with wings
And songs that sing
Eternal glory.
Give up my way
And eyes must stay
On unseen Lord.
Does He now know
My suff’ring deep?
Of course; ‘tis His.
And calmly will I
Go to sleep
And rest in Him.
All Hallow’s Eve –
Called Halloween,
When ghosts and goblins
Can be seen.
The night before
The saints are celebrated,
Pumpkins carved
Are finely calibrated.
The candy orgy
Makes you porky.
The sugar high
Makes kids fly high.
Yet still a candle
Brightly burns.
Let faith fight fear
And tricks be turned
To acts of love
To kindness bold,
To light that conquers
Fears of old.
[In Mountain View, the city has planted
magnolia trees along many streets. This
was written after a morning walk.]
On Magnolia Street in Mountain View
My nose was tickl’d by morning dew.
I kicked the seed pods as I passed,
Though squirrels found them great repast.
The pods had ruin’d my mow’r twice,
Left on the lawn against advice.
So if you walk in Mountain View
Please stop and do pick up a few.
When your candle’s barely burning,
When your breath is just a sigh,
Step out into the darkness —
Lift your prayer to God on high.
Remember how He loves you
Amidst your fear and sin;
Remember how He died for you
And did the victory win.
He’ll carry you in darkness,
He’ll comfort you in grief.
He’ll give you all you ever need
If you’ll just trust in Him.
And if you don’t feel trusting,
If doubt and fear creep in,
Just let it go, give Him control,
Just give it all to Him.
“And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her from the Lord.” (Luke 1:45)
Blest by believing,
Blest one of faith.
Blest in her offspring,
Blest by God great.
Blest in the morning,
Blest in the night.
Blest in her dreaming,
God took away fright.
Blest in her suffering,
Blest in her pain,
Blest in her offering
To God unrestrained.
Bless-ed be Joseph,
Her faithful betrothed —
By angel visited
And Mary took home.
In faith going forward
On roads then untrod,
To unknown beginnings,
They gave all to God.
Like lowly flower
Along a path —
Be glad
When you can give forth
Fragrance fair
When trod upon
The misty morning,
The sea-salt air,
The flowers blooming,
Without a care.
A fresh beginning,
The day starts new.
Our spirits filling
With purest dew.
The freshness waning
As day grows old.
With faith sustaining,
We must be bold.
When sadness threatens,
When fear seems strong,
The Spirit will come
With fresh’ning song.
clarakatalin 
Camp Freeway
One early morning this summer, I was driving past a freeway on-ramp, and I noticed a camping tent amongst the trees. If I hadn’t known that I was on a freeway, the area looked very much like a campground, with lovely pine trees, but of course without picnic benches, running water, showers, or toilets. But the place did look a lot like a typical California campground.
A few days later, there were two tents. Word was getting around.
But after a few weeks, no more tents. It would be interesting to know the stories of the people involved.
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