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

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Thumbs don’t seem important, Lord

until we lose one
or a stiff joint begins to bend
like a rusted hinge.

How brilliantly
You have made us, and yet
we cringe at the sight
of our roller-coaster-looking skin.

Can any sin compare to our lack
of praise?

Forgive us, Lord, for thinking thumbs
are not important
or forgetting how much we need them
to open an obstinate jar or push
in a thumb tack or click our fingers in time
to music.

Praise You, Lord, for placing
flexible thumbs on hands
intended to serve You.

Help us to give
a thumbs-up to every part
of the brilliantly beautiful
Body of Christ.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016

Monday, August 15, 2016

God fell in love with me

and you and them!

We did nothing
to deserve it.

Sin marred our skin
and made us unattractive,
but God looked through
the blemishes and took
away every mark against us,
so we could be happy
enough with ourselves
to believe in His love.

What a joy! What a wonder!
What a relief to be loved
for our truest selves,
thanks be to God!

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016

Saturday, August 13, 2016

The heavens belong to You, O Lord,

and You’ve given the earth
to the children of mankind,
but we are not kind.

We’ve tarred the land
with roads and killed
what scared us and tilled
under trees and drained
swamps and fueled the
ozone with jet streams.

What’s wrong with us?
Can’t we stop rejecting
the bats feeding on bugs
the snakes reducing rats,
the politicians in need
of prayers and protecting.

Praise the Lord! Praise
You, Lord!
Nothing is wrong with You!

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Jesus asked, Why?

Why did you doubt Me?
Why did you have little faith?
Don’t you know I Am?

Oh, Lord, heal my unbelief!
Help me raise my eyes to You.
Help me feel relief in praise.

by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016