Wales' Tales 6/24/15

On the horizon a new vision stands,

The promise - a journey to far distant lands,

A time to refresh, a time to renew,

A time to relax and achieve a fresh view.

The promise of travel, of time in the air,

A chance to look out and observe with a stare.

The world as it spreads out way down below

The rivers, the valleys, the fields full of crops,

The forests, the mountains with snow at the tops.

To take a vacation away from our work

Can help to review, to provide a new perk.

A time to change venues, a time to just rest

And see with new eyes, exploring the best

Of God’s many blessings, the gifts that we get,

As we live our lives in a rut that is set

By schedules that trap us and keep us in line

And soon we accept them as being just fine.

We’re driven by things that we think must be done.

We work ‘til exhausted, and miss all the fun

Of seeing the world as God meant it to be,

A gift of creation, so wide and so free,

So I’m on vacation, just taking a break

Enjoying no schedule

Just plans that we’ll make

As we go to places that call to us there,

We’ll surely enjoy what God sends

With a prayer.

And ‘til our vacation does finally cease

We’ll keep you in mind and hope you find God’s..

                                                Peace,

Wales' Tales 6/8/15

Kids came rushing in the doors,

Laughing, jumping, wanting s’mores

VBS has just begun

A week of music, food and fun.

Crafts and games and songs and play

Filling each and every day.

Reading scripture, saying prayers,

Running up and down the stairs.

Pure excitement , youthful bliss

Will adults survive all this?

We are climbing to the top

Everest is where we’ll stop.

Catching visions of our God,

As the mountain path we trod.

Past the igloo made to last,

Down the cavern slick and fast,

Sharing our adventure time

Seeking to relate the rhyme

Of life lived in God’s pure light

Each and every weekday night.

Singing to enhance the soul,

Learning what will make us whole.

Sharing faith and growing strong,

Teaching right and shunning wrong.

Lots of work went into motion

Planning, building, true devotion.

Wanting to create a place

Where kids can meet God face to face.

Just a chance to share Good News,

From a child’s simple views

Of faith life that will never cease,

Giving them God’s hope and…

Peace,

          Alex

Wales' Tales 5/26/15

With water rising in the creek,

The lawn’s a soggy mess,

The grass is growing near knee deep,

Too tall I must confess.

And as the storms go rolling through,

Each day a little more

It makes you wonder if God plans

For what we have in store.

To build an ark or just a raft

Goes flashing through my mind

But soon enough the rain will end

And dryness we will find

Invades the land as sun beats down

To bring us summer heat,

Humidity will start to rise -

Inside we will retreat

It’s hard to think not long ago

There was no AC cool

We had to make a window fan

A breeze upon a stool.

A shady tree was all we had,

Perhaps a chip of ice,

A watermelon in a stream

Brought us a chilly slice.

And then at night the heat would grow

As we lay on the bed

And hoped a morning breeze would blow

Relief from heat we’d dread.

The “good old days” we soon forget

Were never quite so good,

Our memories begin to fade

Our days misunderstood.

The good old days were good because

Of people who were there,

They shared events that filled each day

Their love and joy to share,

What lies ahead are more good days

When lived with faith’s release

For goodness lies within the soul

A gift of God’s sure …

                                    Peace,

                                                Alex

Wales' Tales 5/19/2015

I woke to hear a nature song

Sung by a cheerful lark,

Announcing that the night was through.

The world no longer dark.

Its song was joined by other birds

Who chirped and whistled clear,

The promise that another day

Was clearly drawing near.

A gentle breeze had made its way

Through open window screen

And as the sun was creeping out

It opened on a scene

Of springtime blooms and

Budding trees, of squirrels in active play

A perfect time to enjoy the world

A perfect time to pray

No intrusion of the busy world,

No horns to blast away,

No radio or MP3

To help my mind to stray

Just quiet meditative time

To share some words with God

Before I need to rouse myself

Or let some other prod

Me into action where I work

Or goad me into stress

A quiet time to just relax

Before I have to dress.

And in that time of breaking day

I find I have the chance

To re-align my attitude

As I put on my pants.

You see, I talked to God today,

A perfect way to start

And in the process, I have found

That God is in my heart.

So, if a song should wake you up,

Before that time might cease,

Begin a conversation deep

With one who offers…

                                    Peace,

                                                Alex