Twelve Month Minis

Twelve Month Minis

January's frozen toes
and icy throes...
but sunshine does peek thru

mid February days
some icy glaze
warmed spirits begin to glow

the cold blows in
as March grows thin
robins new perch do find

morning's April mist
its place insist
but green will sprout about

the play of May
with sweet display
lacy pinks and golds appear

the tune of June
nature fresh hewn
as ripening seasons whirl

July's patriot lands
with marching bands
our steps make firm resound

like an uncle dear
August makes clear
transparent apples fill the tree

September bends so many ways
fulll of delight tho shorter days
its turn to reappear

October's autumn elves
dance from leaf to leaves
hanging onto to summer's wares

more solemn now
November comes for nature rest
gathered in bounty to be Christblest

how grateful for December's time
the eternal embrace of One sublime
as another year does close.

mhpeterson 2-1-2-11

Winter Beauty

WINTERBEAUTY IS LOVE EXPRESSED
IN TIME, IN SPACE, IN CHRIST IS BLESSED
ONCE SUMMER GREENS
NOW SNOWICED SCENES
ONCE RUNNING STREAMS
NOW SOLID ICE AS WINTER DEEMS

THE GREATER BLUES
OF HEAVEN'S WINTER SKY
THRU WIHICH
HIS ANGEL CLOUDS AFLY
MY HEART WITH AGAPEBEAUTY FILLS
TRAVELLING OVER FAMLIAR ROCKTON HILLS

THEN COMES TO REST
THE MANOR WHERE OUR CHRIST DOES BLESS
THE BELOVED ONE GOD CHOSE FOR ME
AT LAST AT EASE WITH SHINING PEACE, OUR HEARTS AGREE

GODTIME STILL WEAVES THE HEALING TOUCH
ON 'HIM AND ME' WHO NOW LOVE TRUE AND HOLYMUCH
OUR FRESH LIFE BEGUN IN 'EIGHTIES' AGE
MOMENTS FILLS AS AGAPE TURNS EACH PAGE
OUR ETENITY SURE AS WE EACH AWAIT
AGAPE BEAUTY OF ENTERING KINGDOM GATES.

BY M. HELEN PETERSON
FEBRUARY 7, 2011

Soulstorms

Though evil pounds loudly on my door

Tempting/scaring me in to its hells

Demanding more and more

Deceiving spirits lying- ‘all is well’

Offering ‘comforts’ for deserved strife

Believed lies cause woes to swell-

From this sad muddled corner

I hear this golden TruthGrain

“Find refuge in God

Not in your brain

Go to His safe place within

Where peace ever reigns”

It’s not ‘in dangerous streets’

Nor in a false love

Nor in ‘ drug meets’

Or a ‘fantasydove’ –

It’s a secret Godplace

Where He hears my heart cry-

It can be my piercing scream

Or my near-dead sigh

Rising from more than a dream, a lie-

Finally… my heart broken at its innerseam-

Savior’s entry destroying sins ‘black eyes.’

His Calm heals my soulstorm’s theme.

M. Helen Peterson

1/27/2011