God

God

God in not Santa Claus,

God is God,

God is not indifferent,

God is God,

God is not evil,

God is God,

God is Good,

God is Loving,

God is Kind,

God wants every one of his children to prosper,

Not every child will prosper,

Not every child will escape pain,

Some children suffer more,

But, God is there,

Always,

God is always present,

Through pain and happiness,

God can and does discourse,

God will always listen,

To everything you have to say,

If you are angry, sad, lonely or,

Even happy,

God will sustain you,

In life and death,

But, you must believe,

You must have faith,

In order to have a relationship,

In order to be a true son or daughter,

God wants to have relationship,

With you,

Yes,

With You,

Praise God, today,

He is your creator, sustainer, and advocate,

He will never, ever let you go,

And, He is with you always!

Today and for all time,

Praise God!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 13, 2018

Catching Fireflies

Catching Fire Flies

Pointed toes and nimble knees,

Dancing ‘neath the folds of her dress,

Above the dew-laden grass,

The lass with outstretch arms,

The tiny fingers,

Grasp to hold,

Tenderly hold,

Now open to reveal,

Light and life within,

A golden, glowing, glimmering gem,

Eyes widen,

As dimpled cheeks border her broadening smile,

A catch,

A find,

A joy to behold,

A thousand, twinkling beads of light,

Ahead, above,

Below and beyond,

And, fleet of foot,

She is off once more,

Assured of the majesty of magic,

Seen and real,

She twirls, laughing,

Caught in midst of twilight,

She catches,

Dances,

And,

Is enveloped in a world of wonder!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 7, 2018

Summer Days

Before the air conditioner,

At night your Mom said, “Do not stir”,

The air so humid sheets would wick,

And, to your little limbs would stick.

Now, as a child you’d simply pray,

A summer breeze might come your way,

To gently move the air within,

And, cool the moisture on your skin.

Rememb’ring back when on the porch,

The fireflies; their tail-lit torch,

And, Moms would find the coolest spot,

To lay their children; tired and hot.

These sweltering days upon us run

The longer hours; relentless sun,

The crop matures in emerald field,

We thank the Lord for bounteous yield.

Now, hailing back those summer days,

When we full met the sunshine’s rays,

We knew that we were in God’s hands,

He made the breeze, the rains, the lands.

May we this Sunday; day of rest,

Remember well the One who blessed,

As we move toward the harvest store,

May we praise God for evermore!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 1, 2018