Easter sunrise
two lily flowers
by the window –
family in Heaven
and thoughts
of those on Earth
*
Ellen Grace Olinger
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin
(post from April 20, 2014)
Easter sunrise
two lily flowers
by the window –
family in Heaven
and thoughts
of those on Earth
*
Ellen Grace Olinger
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin
(post from April 20, 2014)
Keep silence before me, O islands;
and let the people renew their strength
Isaiah 41: 1a (KJV)
*
S ilence
E nlivens
A nd
S olitude
O pens
N ew thoughts
Psalm 46: 10a (KJV): Be still, and know that I am God
*
gifts of silence
and beauty
in the middle
of difficult times
unconditional love
Ellen Grace Olinger
The pictures are courtesy of Christian Image Source.
long winter night
many years
go through my mind
the decades deepen
trust in God
and my heart is at peace
* * *
Ellen, today
where once
I mourned
irises
* * *
within
reach
after
rain
lilacs
Readers of my first blog enjoyed the following new poem this week. I’ve been writing about the same view outside my study window for many years. Always new.
they sing
in harmonies
and let the birds
lead the songs
new leaves in wind
My first blog is Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin. I like to repeat some poems and other information for new readers. http://www.ellenolinger.wordpress.com
It is good to reread and view again posts on other blogs. Often I see things I missed!
These days I’m rereading the Psalms in THE MESSAGE translation, and the KJV is always here by my computer.
The picture is from The Dover Design Sampler this week; from Floral Design: Second Series.
Thank you and blessings,
Ellen
30th anniversary
of Dad’s passing –
how he would love
my blogs
magazines
in the mail
much of this world
has passed
me by
rereading the Psalms
on a Sunday afternoon
ever-new
“Currier Ives Great West” print is courtesy of http://wpclipart.com.
Dad taught History and his parents came to Wisconsin from Sweden.
His father and others in the family worked on the railroad.
Blessings, Ellen
old family tablecloth
placed over my
tall file cabinet
from where I sit
and read . . .
the pattern
forms the
Cross