Saturday, November 26, 2016

Praising God with Psalm 1

Psalm 1

How blessed are we
who walk not in the ways of the wicked,
nor stand in the way of sinners,
nor sit seated in cynicism and scorn!

For we delight in the law of the Lord,
and on God’s Word, we meditate
day and night.

We are like trees
planted by streams of water,
yielding our fruit in due time.
Our leaves will not wither,
and all we do in the Lord will prosper.

Not so, the wicked!
They’re like dust driven away by wind,
and their ways won't stand
when tried,
nor will they find rapport with the righteous.

For God identifies with
righteous ways,
but wicked ways will someday cease.

prayer-a-phrased by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016

Saturday, November 5, 2016

This ruckus of crows, dogs, hawks

will not keep me from liking
the silken air, the deep green
shadows in the field, the joy
of loving You in my life.

Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016

Monday, October 31, 2016

Each morning our house says HI

as sun comes by the wind chimes
to make an “H” and “I”
in shadows on the wall,
We take this as a greeting
from God: a sign – reminder
of His meeting with us all.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Lord, help me to bear

Your Good News when I feel
as though I have none.
Help me to bear Your love
when I’ve descended low.
Help me to bear this lift
of praise for Your compassion.

Mary Harwell Sayler, ©2016


Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The wind snaps its fingers.

Our oak tree drops on command.
Palm fronds lay prostrate. Rain
washes – band after band
of purifying power
from the Lord’s cleansing hand.
Faith and spider webs still stand.

Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016

Monday, October 3, 2016

I’m waiting, waiting

for God to respond –
like this Wood Stork wading
in our pond.
But celebrating
God’s goodness goes beyond
this present date of waiting.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016

Wood Stork photo "Waiting" by Mary Harwell Sayler

Friday, September 30, 2016

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Friday, September 16, 2016

Talking to three sandhill cranes

while walking down our sand road,
I keep my voice low – like God
did with Elijah – no wind,
no quaking earth, but a small
still Voice, Which does not frighten
but speaks decibels of love.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Jesus walked through flames for us.

He brought calm
to the terrorized planes.
The Twin Towers came down
around Him, holding
your husband, your wife, your child.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016


Monday, September 5, 2016

A magnolia pod came down hard

on the deck
bouncing between the three of us!
Praise You for protection, Lord –
from this close miss
and all those we cannot see.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016