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Miracles

Post No. 841

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Miracles

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Our father,

maker, creator, designer and inventor

of gigantic mountains, valleys,

wastelands and seas

from the macro to the micro

and everything between

you possess the marvels and miracles

to do what e’er you please

i hear your voice calling me

across rugged mountain ranges

across the stormy sea

over the desert sands of time

through the never-ending vastness of space

calling, calling to the human race

i have countless questions to ask when at last we meet

is it only on a whim that you cause the earth to quake

is it simply on an impulse that the world begins to shake

and what is it that enables you to choose

which peoples are to win and which to lose

difficult to answer for someone such as me

but you o lord are able to see

right inside the human heart

and take it all apart

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©Denise G Allen, 14 July 2015 16:49

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Dark Valley

Post No. 835

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Dark Valley

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The sun shines brightly

On surrounding mountain tops

While down in the valley

Mist swirls patterns emerge

And darkness rules

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Shards of pain pierce again

And again while lightning flashes

Thunder resounds from outcrops

As rocks parade their metallic

Makeup content as backdrops

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To the display of higher power

Oh to rise high in the skies

Rest in the warmth of the Son

Away from the doom and gloom

And the worries of the world

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©Denise G Allen, 06 July 2015 09:31


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The Wilderness

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The call of the mountains

Echoing through the air,

The singing of the sea

Softly sighing eternally,

The morning chorus of birdsong,

The bullfrogs’ croak at night,

Thank you Heavenly Father

For all you’ve given me,

My destiny… and my delight.

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©Denise G Allen, 09 October 2014 08:36

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilderness
Wilderness or wildland is a natural environment on Earth that has not been significantly modified by civilized human activity. It may also be defined as: “The most intact, undisturbed wild natural areas left on our planet—those last truly wild places that humans do not control and have not developed with roads, pipelines or other industrial infrastructure.”


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The Painting

The Painting

The morning sun
Reaches out
And gently touches
The turquoise waters of the lake.

Tiny wavelets
Lap softly
And a lone bird struts
Stiff-legged at the water’s edge.

Distant mountains,
Coloured blue,
March in single file
To fade from sight on the horizon.

A still-life picture,
Drawn with care,
Painted in finest detail
By the Artist’s loving hand.

©DGA 01 August 2011 20:46


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Mountains

Mountains

Mountains, mountains,
To the back, to the sides
And to the front of me;
Higher and higher
Like giant stepping stones,
Obstacles to overcome –
The mountains of my life;
Each one higher than the last,
Steeper than the past.
Lift me up, O Lord,
Enable me to get by;
Let me complete the course
And, like the mountains,
Touch the sky.

Photo: google.com

©DGA

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