Home, Sweet Home!
What if you were lost and on some back country road, a storm is brewing, you are almost out of gas and desperate. Then, around a bend in the road you see -
A Cottage, warm and welcome!
"It seems no mater which path
Life takes us on
Among the joy there is always pain
In the agony of pain
There is always some joy and sunshine.
For whatever storm is brewing
In your life
Or for the repose you have from strife
Along with the sunshine always
Comes the rain,
But around the bend always awaits
A sweet refrain.
May you always be welcome to the "Cottage."
Sara Gardner Blow ©2006
Beauty Arise
Beauty Arise!
What right hath thy to be -
Lying wasted upon the spoils,
Cast upon time and space,
And buried hopelessly under
Obscenity?
What must it take to awaken thee?
A challenge to fight for your worth?
Or, must it take a gentle hand
To lift you from the rubble of
This wasted obscurity?
Truth come forth!
See how it washes dirt away
And wipes clean the filth of lies!
Love flow!
How gently it lifts your soul
And Beauty rises in all its array
Like a moth takes wing
From its cocoon.
Beauty soars above the rubble and waste
Casting colorful shadows upon the spoils,
Covering the ugliness and
Hiding the gloom.
Music swell
As sweet as any ever heard
Flows over the land and
Fills the air.
Love stronger than ever before
Proclaims victory in every word of Truth,
As Beauty Arises.
(c)1989 Sara Gardner Blow
Coffee and A Friend
The world can take care of itself
But not me
I am so fragile,
Don't you see.
My little problems
May not seem like much to you
But believe me my friend
When I tell you it is true.
When I can't see
When I can't breathe
When I feel like I will explode
If the pressure I can't relieve.
I know it is not much
But I hold it so dear;
Just a friend to listen,
A cup of coffee and an ear.
Sara Gardner Blow(c) 2003
NOW WHAT?
Patience I have been taught
In lessons sorely wrought
Racing through life at a rapid pace
Reality I would sharply face
Into a brick wall I would smash
Bounce off and keep on going just as fast.
Now, I have slowed down, you see
I walk my road carefully.
Watching out for the brick wall,
Being careful of stones so I don't fall.
Stopping to smell the flowers on the way
I thank God for each and every day.
Yet, try as I might,
Just when I thought all was right,
Someone removed the wall!
I did not see the open pit at all.
Well, I fell right in and can't get out.
Now all I can do is give a shout,
I don't want to lose hope.
"Is there anybody up there with a rope?"
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FORTUNE BE A FRIEND
Fortune, cast your smile
on me.
I pleaded and I cried
so helplessly.
Long have I been in this
state of poverty.
It seems my work is never done,
goes on endlessly.
Tears flow and rivers they make,
But, on and on it continues
for whose sake?
Couldn't my feeble help be put
to better use,
Than wallowing here in shame and pity
as a recluse?
I do not boast that I am so skillful or so
artistic and filled with
wisdom as Plato.
Yet, I do know there has been
given to me,
Gifts so fine they must be placed
for all to see.
So again and again
I plead
Fortune be a friend, come and
meet my need.
Sara Gardner Blow (c) 1983
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JUDGING
Judgement is the crime of man
Judge not, or judge if you can,
Just remember you will be
Judged by someone of higher degree!
Sara Gardner Blow (c) 1983
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GOD'S PEACE
My peace I give to you.
My peace I leave with you.
The sky may not always be blue
Friends may not always be true.
Stupendous as it may seem to you.
There is no peace in this world, old or new
That can compare to the eternal peace you sought.
Then,
You rejected the opportunity God brought.
Yet, turn back, turn back, the sky may be gray
But, God still waits
Peace in His hand outstretched and seeking;
What do you say?
Sara Gardner Blow (c) 1983
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Let's all be friends and help each other. We never know when we might need help.
Sara
A GIFT IN THE WILD
In space and time a gift divine,
To hold a creature of the wild
was a fortune of mine.
In a quiet, little used path through the trees,
walked the dog and I.
Fighting through cobwebs and low-hanging branches,
across my feet wings did fly.
I followed the creature as it hopped around,
and stopping under a broken limb,
turned upon me those gorgeous eyes so round.
I was lost in the beauty of this little bird,
for a tiny 'eared' screech owl I had never seen,
but many times during the night, her call I had heard.
She seemed not a bit afraid of me,
and blinked those clear, golden eyes, with long lashes,
looking at me, beseechingly.
I approached with care, speaking softly.
I saw she was in trouble and I reached out
touching the soft tip of her wing,
A communication, reverent, devout.
I took off my shirt and gently
wrapped it around her.
I held her close to me.
I knew she would never again
in the dark forest and
still of the night, sing.
This little screech owl, so beautiful to me
was taking her last few breaths of life
and God had allowed me a brief reverie,
to hold one of His creatures to my breast,
and bid a final farewell to this wilderness tenant,
as our souls touched briefly in this chance quest.
Sara Gardner Blow ©1992
"Crucify Him!"
The night was a veil of darkness,
Throughout the land was a mode of quietness,
For the dear Son of God was on trial before men.
Was it for justice or was it for sin?
Here was my Lord, standing guiltless before men
And all the crowd could say was "Crucify Him".
Yes, they wanted to crucify my Lord, crucify the only One I love.
How could men hate this One sent from God above?
Just like we do today,
No matter what we do, no matter what we say,
With our sin, we are still crying
"Crucify Him."
He stood before Pilate with His back bleeding
Yet, in all His pain, did you hear Him pleading?
No, not my Lord, He had no defense
Through all His suffering, He kept His silence.
Here was my Lord, standing silent before men
Forgiving the mob who cried "Crucify Him!"
Death could not claim the Lord I love
He is standing at the portals of Heaven above.
He arose from the grave built by men.
He loves even those who cry, "Crucify Him".
Yes, we are nailing Him to the Cross again
We're driving the nails in with our sin,
We are standing with the mob crying "Crucify Him!"
Forgive us Lord, of our sin,
Never again let us stand with them
And never again shout with the crowd as they cry -
"Crucify Him!"
Sara Gardner Blow Ó1987
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