Along the dusty road they rode, through silence wide and deep, The chariot wheels whispered across the sweeping steep. Water gleamed like a jewel, a promise in the arid land, The eunuch gazed with yearning, a new life close at hand.
“Look, here is water!” his voice a hopeful flight, “What stands now to hinder me from the Light?” Philip nodded, the truth clear in his steady eyes, No chains of doubt to hold, nor shadowed ties.
The chariot halted, still against the soft, earthen banks, Together they descended, hearts giving thanks. Into the cool embrace, beneath the surface laid, A covenant was sealed, all former debts paid.
Rising anew, water dripping like tears of grace, The Spirit’s sudden whirlwind, Philip’s gone without a trace. The eunuch, alone, yet heart alight with joyous song, Continued forth his journey, in faith ever strong.
May 4, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Act 8:36 As they traveled along the road, they came to some water and the eunuch said, "Look, here is water. What can stand in the way of my being baptized?" Act 8:38 And he gave orders to stop the chariot. Then both Philip and the eunuch went down into the water and Philip baptized him. Act 8:39 When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord suddenly took Philip away, and the eunuch did not see him again, but went on his way rejoicing.
In peaks high where eagles dare to fly, And valleys deep where shadows lie, The same God reigns, untouched by height, A constant force in day and night.
Let every path I walk, high or low, Reflect the love that from Him flows. In mountain air or valley's gloom, His love shines forth, dispels all doom.
No peak too high, no depth too steep, For His grace to hold, His keep. In every breath, and step I take, Let God's love shine, for His own sake.
Unchain your heart, let feelings rise, As butterflies from cocooned disguise. Let sorrow's weight take wing and soar, In shared embrace, it pains no more.
Together mourn, together bear, The load of loss becomes less to wear. Shared love's touch, so soft, so tender, Mends the breaks that life can render.
Grief, a shadow, dark and vast, Finds its reprieve when love is cast. Empty spaces start to fill, With love's light, warm, and tranquil.
Let go, and let the heavens guide, In God's own hands, our fears confide. For in His grace, we find release, In letting go, we find our peace.
In the heart of the storm, where the wild winds roar, May my witness be love, opening every door. A beacon that shines through the darkest night, A tender embrace when nothing seems right.
Amidst the clamor, where conflicts deploy, May my witness be peace, a serene envoy. A river that flows past boulders and fray, Softening edges in its gentle sway.
When shadows gather, and joys seem to cloy, May my witness be joy, not easily destroyed. A laughter that echoes over valleys deep, A light in my eyes, forever to keep.
In every trial, every hardship, every ploy, May love, peace, and joy be my employ. A testament written in life’s tough soil, Seeds of grace in the hardest toil.
In gardens of hope where joy blooms wide, Amidst the colors of morning’s first light, Be the heart that sings in vibrant hue, Cradling dreams in the dawn's fresh dew.
When shadows stretch and trials weigh, When storms cloud over the clear of day, Stand firm, oh soul, with patience stay, Through night’s long watch till break of day.
And in the quiet, in whispered air, Lift your voice in faithful prayer, A constant stream, a sacred flare, A beacon bright in despair’s lair.
For in these verses, life is spun, In joy, in trial, the two become one, A tapestry rich, under heaven's sun, Woven by hands that never shun.
So live each verse, each line, each rhyme, In hope, in pain, in prayer’s chime, And find the beauty, time by time, In the divine's own perfect climb.
Rom 12:12 Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.
In these trying times, under heavy skies, Where many a heart in shadow lies, Be it from sickness, solitude, or silent cries, Remember, there's a flicker where hope never dies.
Though the burden weighs like stone upon our chest, And in our weary souls, we seek a rest, Across the land, the flowers boldly bloom, Defiant sparks of color against the gloom.
The mountains don their robes of emerald hue, Birds chant melodies, old yet ever new. Each dawn, their songs pierce the misty air, A symphony of hope, dispelling despair.
Spring whispers through the trees, a lush embrace, Butterflies twirl in an enchanted dance. Amidst this splendor, hear the children's glee, Their laughter sprinkling joy, so wild and free.
Take a silent stroll through gardens, divine, Where peace walks gently, hand in hand with time. No words are needed, just the presence felt, Of Jesus by your side, where worries melt.
Together we endure, through pain and loss, Sharing the path, our burdens to toss. In life's garden, tread softly, let your heart mend, Visit often, where grace and beauty blend.
Blessed we are, even in our strife, God walks with us, in the garden of life. So hold on to the promise of each new dawn, For in our unity, hope is reborn.
In the quiet corners of a shelter dim, A kind soul entered, her mission grim. She sought not youth with a frolic's leap, But the oldest heart, long left to keep.
"Who bears the weight of years untold?" She asked, her voice both firm and bold. We led her to old Jake's side, Where hope, not just the dog, had died.
Jake's eyes, once bright, now softly glowed, His face told stories of roads less trod. With cancer's mark and skin worn thin, He'd watched his chances grow ever dim.
Melani knelt, her gaze met his, In that still moment, born was bliss. Not just a rescue, simple and plain, But love's pure pact, forged in silent pain.
For her, no beast too frail or old, Her heart a sanctuary, brave and bold. She came not for a companion's grace, But to cradle a fading soul, a last embrace.
Now Jake, in his twilight's tender clutch, Feels the love he craved so much. God bless the woman with strength to choose The one most lost, with least to lose.
Heroes walk among us, saints unseen, Who look beyond what is, to what might have been. Thank Melani, with voices loud! For loving the forgotten, she stands proud.
Oh, to return to days gone by, when Pap would stride along, Up the railroad, his purpose clear, in his heart a humble song. He marked his vote upon the Republican slate, yet at home, peace did dwell, For mother was a staunch Democrat, but love rang the dinner bell.
May 1, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Taken from the story: Old one Quilt Pieces Shirley Noe Swiesz
