God’s Desire
The clouds release in reverie,
Though dark the dawn in morning skies,
It somehow washes over me,
The birds all sing at spring’s surprise.
In steady streams the rains all fall,
Bring more, bring more, it’s time for this,
The greening grass and flowers call-
As gardens thrive in springtime bliss.
We all await the morning sun,
As snug we cuddle by the fire,
The earth’s new life has just begun,
We thank our God, it’s his desire.
Peter Lowell Paulson
May 9, 2021
Love
Where does love come from,
Well,
I know where it’s found,
It’s found in you,
The love of my life,
It’s beginning,
And, it’s ending,
Of course,
Is from God,
But, God gave you to me,
I don’t know why,
Because,
Sometimes,
I’m not as loving as I should be,
Yet,
I know,
That I love you,
And,
I know,
You love me, too,
Love,
It grows,
It deepens,
It has depth and dimension,
Beyond comprehension,
And,
It’s very simple, too,
I see it,
When you give me a wink,
I feel it,
When you interlace your fingers in mine,
And, I hear it,
When you say,
I love you,
And, I say,
I love you, too,
That’s when all of our senses combine,
Coalesce,
Collide,
And, the infinite, everlasting nature of it,
Becomes sealed in an embrace,
Where does love come from,
Well,
I know where it’s found,
It’s found in you!
Peter Lowell Paulson
April 15, 2021
Spring Has Sprung
Ah, spring, oh; see the bloom doeth rise,
The sun emerges, glorious skies,
Our great Designer, one who hath-
Bequeathed this beauteous garden path.
The jonquil and the tulip nod,
As others break through warming sod,
And, greeted each in waking hours,
This pageantry and dance of flowers.
Our wintry storms have gone away,
Oh, thank you God for this new day!
It’s time to smile and have some fun,
Come out! Come out! Enjoy the sun!
Peter Lowell Paulson
April 6, 2021
Katie Bell
Too young to go, dear friend of mine,
And, only eight, beloved feline,
Your partner died at age sixteen,
Few months ago, the hurt still keen.
Aloof when Albie roamed around,
So cute, yet you were more profound-
In how kept your heart within,
‘Twas hard to see such toughness win.
When Albie died, then you were born,
Remoteness gone, no more forlorn,
You’d daily twine and nightly sat,
Upon my lap to pet or pat.
Now, to the vet for yearly care,
Once home you hid and were not there,
And, did not drink and would not eat,
You stiffly walked as in defeat.
As short and quick your swift decline,
You searched for soft things to recline,
These telltale signs we’d come to know,
So hard, so soon, to let you go.
Dear One, I know that you’re at rest,
And, in this life we were so blessed,
We came to know you, oh, so well,
We loved, and love you, Katie Bell!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 30, 2021
Searching Widely
Searching widely, far and near,
When most uncertain; facing fear,
And, all around is swirling doubt,
While your own strength is giving out.
Then faith in God with whom you trust,
Stand strong upon His strength, you must,
Within his arms a loving warm,
He’ll guide you through the rampant storm.
Creator of all life we see,
Sustainer of all life is He,
When all you see are shifting sands,
He’ll lift you with Almighty Hands.
Yes, walk by faith and not by sight,
To see the Savior’s glorious light,
Through raging sea and crashing foam,
Tis God alone twill bring you home!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 7, 2021
Drifting
I want to drift upon the snow awhile,
Fancied away,
Where thoughts mingle,
With nothing more than shadow and light,
Where a thousand million stars have fallen,
Glittering in the sunlight,
Reflecting joy,
Deflecting doubt,
Collecting all of the beauty,
Which nature has in store,
Which nature can restore,
Within the eye, the soul and mind,
It helps to remind,
Me,
Of being a child,
Again,
Never lost,
Never forgotten,
Never alone,
Only tucked away,
Sitting in a bedroom,
Gazing,
Smiling,
And, dreaming,
About my windowed world,
Which,
Once again,
Has been captured,
In a drift!
Peter Lowell Paulson
January 29, 2021
