Philippians 2:15-16

Faith Goes On…

Looking out at leaves on the ground,
An assortment… a wide array, wind-blown to and from,
As they work their way all around,
Until eventually, in piles, they all become.
Looking up at leaves on the trees,
Swaying back and forth, hanging on,
But all, together, moving with the breeze.
Leaves on ground, and leaves on trees,
Gathering, gathered, with needles of pine showing in between.
Down to earth and heart to Heart,
Source of all, keeping faith and hope alive.
Life; living, lived, passing through,
From one season to another, born anew.

Shine like lights in the world, as you hold on to the word of life. – Philippians 2:15-16

Lights in the World…

Leaning into Fall, the trees embrace the Essence of their nature. Season after season, year after year, who’s to say on time, or in time? Either way, waiting without edge, trusting in the beauty of Your time as you gently reveal the colors, so many colors, of Your way.

Beacon calling out to one and all alike, remember: life is but a spectrum, at its fullest and shining bright, when casting out the shadows, fears, and doubts. Your light so much stronger than the decay, rising up and out from far below.

It’s time to recognize again who we really are. So much alike, created to be different, but not with indifference or carrying any shades of hate. Loved into existence, the vision of Your eye. Side by side, each and every one of us are vessels of Your grace, and we all have a place.

Holy God, Most High Creator, hold us all together, unite us in Your heart… in our hearts.    

Shine like lights in the world as you hold on to the word of life. – Phil 2:15d, 16a

Victory

Looking out the window,
branches all around.
Open arms holding up the snow,
or the snow resting on open arms?
Both clinging to each other,
or one melting into the other?
Does it really matter?
Still, looking out the window.
Still, branches upon branches.
Some sturdier than others,
some swaying more than others.
Does it really matter?
More looking out the window,
at those branches and that snow.
Through it all, they just keep gently staying.
Perhaps, that’s all that really matters.

Shine like lights in the world as you hold on to the word of life. – Phil 2:15d,16a