Wales' Tales 4/27/15

The earth shakes

The skies thunder

The oceans roar

Land put asunder

And far away in small Nepal,

The homes and rooftops start to fall

The land is rolling, like the sea,

Shaking every hill and tree.

People caught beneath the rubble,

Turning structures into stubble.

Loss of life and loss of wealth

Threatening a people’s health

Oh, how small and weak we are

When faced with power on a par

with terra firma from of old.

Mighty mountains, tall and cold

Cannot match the moving land

Sliding, fighting shifting sand.

Deep within the earth’s hot core,

Comes awake to offer more

Than solid rock and land so hard,

Nature’s choice to play a card

That human nature has forgot

Moving that which rather not

Yet we put our trust in that

Which seems so solid as it sat

But we can never be so sure

That what seems solid can endure

All the pressures life can bring

Making even mountains sing

So our choice in placing trust

Is found in things that do not rust

Nor might be ruined by things that cease

We find our rest in God’s sure …

                                                Peace,

                                                            Alex

Wales' Tales 4/14/15

Wishing for a pot of gold that hides beyond the rainbow

To solve the problems close at hand is not a place the sane go.

And wishing for a magic land where everything is rosy

Results in searching people’s live, perhaps a little nosy.

And yet we often find ourselves expecting all our dreams

To be the way we want to be in spite of what life deems.

For life is never a sure thing,

It twists and bends at will,

And what looks surely, oh so safe,

Goes rolling down the hill.

To be prepared for what life brings

Requires more than dreams,

You need to bend, to change and grow

And live within your means.

And as you age, you realize

That all those thiings that glow,

And not as vital to live life

As you begin to slow.

Financial wealth at any cost

May be a dream come true,

But all the gold in Africa

Can’t cure a cold in you.

Nor can it greet you when you come

Into those pearly gates,

Nor grant a smile as you go

Nor want anticipates.

The people who you store away

As family and friend

Are really most important

As you contemplate you end.

So take the time to build your stock

While things you might release,

For when the final toll is made

Tis them you bring you…

                                    Peace,

                                                Alex

Wales' Tales 040715

If He were to meet you on the road this very day,

Would you recognize him as you went along your way?

Would you feel his presence as you spent your time at work?

Or take the time to greet him as your coffee’d start to perk?

Would you understand his grief as he hung upon the cross?

Could you comprehend his pain, his sorrow and his loss?

How much would it take for you to sense his awesome love?

Would your eyes be open to his Father far above?

Sometimes human beings are so prone to fail to see

How much love and mercy is prepared for you and me.

We tend to be so centered on what we like to do,

On how WE live and how WE act and miss the facts so true

About the kind of God we have who guides us every day,

Who watches us where’er we are – at work, at home, at play.

For God is like a mother hen who shields us as we go

Who keeps an eye on every move, our inmost thoughts to know.

But most of us are prone to act as though God didn’t care,

Who only listens to our needs when we might turn in prayer.

It’s wise for us to ponder the love of God so deep,

Especially when daily life finds sin about to creep

Into the center of our heart, to push us far away

From all the joy and happiness for which Christ had to pay.

His death upon a rugged cross, his body in a tomb,

Reflecting all our human sin, the panic and the gloom.

But death, it could not hold him -His love was much too strong

And in response the world around will join the constant song.

All praise to God in Heaven! Our song shall never cease.

For God has sent a Savior, Our Lord, the Prince of …

                                                                        Peace,

                                                                                    Alex