Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Jesus has authority

to free us all from sin –
healing and forgiving us,
so we won’t fall again
for any old enticements
that plunge us into shame.
Praise the power of His Name!

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016
#aahcoo

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Praise God my Lover

Who showers me with good gifts
and fields of flowers,
Who whispers my name
and waits patiently for me
to answer His request
to be Christ’s Bride forever.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016


Saturday, July 2, 2016

Skeletons fell on our deck, O Lord

– two the blackened bones
of baby birds, one most likely
a lizard, its long white spine
outlining its form.

Rain washed these bones
from the nest of a hawk, high
overhead in our magnolia tree,
whose brown-flecked petals
are falling still and quietly
curling on our deck – another
reminder of passing time and death.

When it comes, Lord, I know
You’ll be here with more strength
to carry me than these pine boards
on which I stand -- and surely
with less ferocity than the baby
birds and lizard bore at the beaks
of those young hawks – grown now
and flown away, leaving behind
skeletal reminders of my own.

They say awareness of our mortality
brings wisdom, Lord, but I’m
thinking it gives cause for faith
to seek and find You, breathing
life into my bare bones of thanks
and praise.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016




Monday, June 27, 2016

Thursday, June 23, 2016

For the glory of Your Name

deliver us, Jesus,
from peoples and nations
who defile Your holy temple in us.

For the glory of Your Name,
deliver us from every evil
or sin that wins our shame.

To You we give glory and praise
for Who You are and all You make.
Pardon us, Lord, for Your Name’s sake.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016
Poem based on today’s reading in Psalm 79.


Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Consider the dandelions, how they grow

dense and golden in some places
with bright yellow faces almost every
where else, but sparse and delicate here.

It’s weird how they’re looked on as weeds
when we can eat each part but seeds –
even steeping tea from the roots or cooking
the young tender shoots of leaves as greens.

I’ve seen how children love to blow the
seeded pinwheels, white as snow, to fill
the air with possibilities of dandy wine
and dandy tea and little lion heads and
handy food and wildflowers – so good
to consider as we raise our heads and
hands and hearts and all of our most
useful parts in thanks to God and praise.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016



Saturday, June 18, 2016

Friday, June 17, 2016

Praise us, Jesus, for being within us

– glory!

Despite the gory news, please
praise us with the power of Your love.

Honor us with Your work that came
from above for us to do in Your Name –
Jesus Christ, our Lord, God’s Son.

Praise You for giving us Your Word
and telling us, “Well done!”

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016


Monday, June 13, 2016

In the wake of so much hate and killing

help us, Lord, to be willing to praise You
for Jesus’ sake, filling us with mercy
and Your unadulterated care to pass
along to peoples everywhere as we
pray for You to “Forgive them, Father,
for they don’t know what they do,” and,
Lord Jesus, as You shed Your blood
for us, we thank You for the flood
of people giving their blood today,
so the injured may keep on living –
healed by Your love – and forgiving.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016



Friday, June 10, 2016

Thursday, June 9, 2016

With One Voice, Rising


Wisps of fog drift across
the waters. The Spirit of
God moves across the
waters, lifting our spirits,
moving us to praise. A
bird responds. A rooster
crows. Even at night in
the evening light beside
our pond, a lively throng
of frogs repeats the glad
chorus with one accord:
"Thank You. Thank You.
Thank. Thank. Thank."

by Mary Harwell Sayler

The poem "With One Voice, Rising" appears in the poetry book, Living in the Nature Poem, published in 2012 by Hiraeth Press.

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