Poem update, Kiss The Moon Gnight For Me has a new verse.
Author walljm
walljm
I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.
New poems, Mistress Winter, and My Mothers Kitchen. Thanks Jenn for the inspiration.
Warm and heady are the smells of my mothers kitchen Where sweet treats and gingerbread are made with gentle care I love the gingham apron worn with years of baking Things kids love on winter nights and squeal with glee to share
The winter comes in soft white dresses To clothe the world in frigid tresses She tempts us with her snowy kisses And wraps us up in sweet caresses
New poem, Never Alone. Inspired for someone.
I stay awake for fear of sleep My heart it aches with longing I sit apart and try to keep My soul from sadly weeping No never alone He cried I will stay beside thee No never alone He cried I will always hold thee The emptiness overwhelms me I know not how with this to cope Trapped alone with none to guide me To a bright house of peace and hope No never alone He cried I will stay beside thee No never alone He cried I will always hold thee Stood He in front with sweet embrace Arms…
My mind went blank.
A couple weeks ago, A friend of mine needed some stock photography of himself for an album he is producing. After a bit of coordinating, we met near the Alton Bridge and shot the first part of his photos. I posted several of the better ones here.
In Ephesians 1:13-14 Paul speaks of that Spirit of promise which is the ernest of our inheritance. I knew a lady once who lived in Nebraska. She was old, in her ninties, and suffered from several dibilitating diseases. She couldn’t hear well, and her eyes were cloudy. In her front yard she had a flower garden, and in her flower garden she had a naked lady lily plant. The naked lady lily only blooms once every four years, and at that time it was soon to bloom. She had been waiting for several years and soon the lily would bloom.…
See the naked lady lily Whose fair bloom is so passing rare It comes but once in four years time Today the bloom had blossomed there Long were the years it was looked for With a patience and eager mirth But before the lily blossomed The life that looked passed on from earth See the naked lady lily Whose fair bloom is so passing rare It bloomed for her who waited long Now in the Valley Lily’s care
New poem, God’s Sure Hand, inspired for Crystal.
Observe the hand of God my child How firm it is beneath thy feet His hand so strong and steadfast sure Imparting peace that is so sweet Observe the hand of God my child How gently holds He thy tender heart Making fast the great boundless love That will never from you depart
For some people, their website occupy a portion of their life incongruent with everyone else. Such people often manage to create very fun things for the rest of us. This 404 page is one example of someone who took web design to a whole new level. (link via #!/usr/bin/girl)