Sundown to sundown - twenty four-seven He Woo's us

HE WOO’S US

The Outdoors from spring to winter on Lake Simcoe, Ontario

CONFETTI PROMISE FROM THE GROOM
Apr 10, 2018 7:00 pm sunset approaching.

Even in the mundane moments
Such as putting the garbage out
He oft delights and He woo’s us
With us His love He leaves us no doubt

This evening with blue box in hand
And a clear blue sky above me 
God’s Snow flakes falling from above
Enchanting my heart toward Thee

Filling the air with love floaters
Silent, individualistic
Parachuting peaceful presents
That’s so much my key of music 

There’s nothing aimless about them
As they drift direct from the Heaven
Target, an affair with my heart
Confirming my fractal at seven

The snow flakes gently stroked my face
Alighting in my thinning hair
Floating a path before my walk
Drawing my heart to my God so Fair

I dropped the blue box at the kerb
Crossed the road to the lake so dear
The stillness overwhelmed the air
The water, mirror crystal clear 

The snowflakes now few still leading
Melt in watery perfection 
Not even a ripple did they cause
Nor nix the sunset reflection 

He’s here reminding me that He’s The Groom
His confetti promise yanking my design
My heart strings take a giant leap of joy
He knows just how to reach that heart of mine. 

 

  

COLOURS FROM SPACE
Jan 21, 2019

 

Pink’s now racing across the bay
And warming the snow covered ice
Just as the orange sunrise glow
Reflects from distant windows, nice

Now a fishing hut its target
Though it is twenty five below
And the crisp clear air enhances
As all these colours brightly glow

Earlier the yellow full moon
In the west almost black behind
In the east an acid light blue
That only God could have designed

This blue then rapidly changing
The chill and wind resisting
Then in the west the pink appeared
I’m so glad that I’m existing.

Lord God I’m so in awe of You
Majesty Magnificently
With You I’ll always rather be
You’re the best, the Best seriously.

For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse: Rom 1:20 KJV

Born in Scotland, lived in England, undeservedly married to Veronica, living in Canada. We have three daughters with wonderful families. An accountant by training, but a career mostly in Canada in varied business environments. After learning about Our Triune God's Provisional Covenant and then retiring in 2014, I started writing poetry to try to understand the source of my childhood confusion and struggles since. The Lord's constant encouragement and love keeps drawing me to express my appreciation.