Evening Peace

Night birds’ evening song

Wind chimes peal like chapel bells

Melodies of peace

Restful soul sets day aside

Tomorrow’s door unopened

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Glad Game ~ Week 2

Hi Everyone!  It’s time for more gratitudes, or as I call it, playing “Pollyanna’s Glad Game”.  So here we go:

a) Glad and grateful for the sunny days of Spring’s arrival…the sky’s hue sparkles gem-like!  I don’t mind that it’s still chilly, the sunshine has lifted winter’s heaviness from my spirit ~

b) Thankful I haven’t caught the contagious and widespread panic which others are suffering.  I continue praying ~

c) Grateful and very pleased at the responsive posts I’ve seen from many bloggers who are celebrating and encouraging online/virtual “community”, and offering words of calming optimism, hope & humor, and faith during this distressing time ~

d) Thankful to talk with my out-of-state cousin, and learn that no one in her circle of family and friends have become ill ~

e) Grateful the cherry blossoms, though weary-looking, are maintaining their “never say die” posture…I can hardly surrender to ‘the blues’ as long as they remain defiantly petal-pink😉

f) Thankful, always, for my wind chimes—year-round, they faithfully play as though angels hover outside my window ~

g) I’m grateful the troublesome neighbor has been ushered out; hoping someone respectful will move in ~

h) Thus far the ants have not returned, so I’m ecstatically thankful…and wondering if the virus might wipe out the “clan” which finds my place so hospitable.  I’ve left the Maxforce box prominently displayed above the crack in the molding, as Warning😉

i) I’m grateful to have had a pleasant exchange with my apartment manager this week…it’s a testimony to God’s grace, as Management’s presence can push all my buttons at once and set off the smoke alarm😉

j) I realize most folks view social distancing’s necessity as a negative, even if it turns out to be a brief interruption in their accustomed lifestyle’s whirl…but it kind of helps the isolated, reclusive among us feel less “strange”.  I’m thankful to be considered “wise and sensible” for awhile 😉

As ever, I’m most grateful to the Lord God whose Spirit speaks, “peace, be still, I will not leave nor forsake you; beloved child, you are in the palm of My hand”

May He make His loving Presence undeniable to you, pouring overflow of blessings on your lives. Rhen

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com


Putrid carcasses

What’s dead but won’t die

Featureless faces, silent voice

Ever abandoned child lost

Torment replayed, opaque night’s

Dreams poised to render

Vulnerable mind insane…

Day’s wakening wind wafts chimes

God’s Spirit dispels darkness

“For You are my lamp, O LORD; And the LORD illumines my darkness.” 2nd Sam 22:29, NASB

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Winter Wind Chimes

Winter wind chimes woo

Faith’s melody, hope of spring

Hold fast, patient souls

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Wind Chimes Photo: Rhen’s living room