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 Poem, The Artist Sees
The artist sees a world gone wrong Yet feels the chance of glory strong If all upon their bended knee Would seek Him with humility To such an end he holds out love An example of Jesus’ blood That was shed on a rough hewn tree To gain for freedom you and me
New poem, His Loving Hands.
Sing amongst the balmy breezes and wish the waters well Tell a brightly colored blue jay flying over grassy dell That all the world is held so gently in His loving hands And peace will reign all and forever in His mighty lands
Ok… so this is really just a shamefull ploy to get people to vote for me at photoblogs.org I’m currently ranked 62. *grin* Lets see how high I can go…
What must it have like for Abraham? Not since Adam had God spoken and dealt with a man in the way He spoke and dealt with Abraham. The theme throughout scripture is God’s repeated attempts at forming a relationship with his creation. With Adam and Eve He walked daily in the Garden. With Abraham He spoke and conversed and made promises He fulfilled. He was swayed by Abraham’s entreaties, He helped clean up Abraham’s mistakes, He made provision for Abraham’s children and family. In keeping with His promise, God watched over Israel, building a relationship with them, first as a…
Grey mist can be a lonely thing, and it seems as though the weather mirrors my mood. It has been overcast for five days, and though I love a grey sky at noon, with the somber colors of a slow moving autumn, I have become tired. It’s at times like these that I ought to visit sleep, but find myself waundering the wakefull dream wanting something, and finding nothing to sate my desire. The trees have changed their hues slowly, resisting the change of season. The winds blow colder and threaten to bring the soft white blanket of winter upon…
I sat still as the songwriter spoke the words, "I am Jerusalem, I am the temple of the Lord… I am Jerusalem, I am the temple of the Lord…" I sat still, unmoving for fear that the message would be lost, quickly forgotten amongst the multitude of distractions around me. I felt within me a sorrow, a knowledge that I had neglected Him. {I am Jerusalem, I am the temple of the Lord} I wanted to never forget the truth of those words, the knowledge that I am His vessal, a holy resting place for an Almighty God. I wanted…
It rained today. The weather is colder, and a fine mist hangs over the skies, reminding me of London. It has been a more comfortable fall, enjoyable more so because the trees are changing color slowly. It’s as if the world is tired and wants to go to bed. I didn’t really feel like getting up this morning. I haven’t really felt like getting up all week. The colder temperatures, not quite normal for this time of the year, have put me in a winter mood. I have felt like doing nothing but curling up on a big sofa with…
With this kind of thing I can relate. Only I ask myself, why isn’t JAVA like ASP? Having had my fair share of runnins with a *strongly* typed language, that admittedly can do a whole lot, but is a pain to deal with, I wish those acres of felled trees offered more in the way of actual help. *sigh* I just have to tell my self… ‘I love java… i do… i love java.. no really.. i do…’
New poem, Snowfall. Inspired by Ninepence
The soft pure white snowflakes Of endless variety Fall from the darkening skies In solemn sobriety And i pause in wonder My heart is bespoken With calm anticipation Of the glistening token Gods own pristine creation