There is music in my mind…in my soul, The beat moves, even in the deep of the night. Lyrics, harmony, rhythm, Come together in dreams with intense colors. And in the midst of this sonata there is a Voice. The chart may be unfinished, The chorus unsung, But the One who never sleeps hums along. For after all, the melody is HIs. He knows the tune already, and has prepared the counterpoint. His hands, which bore my sin, shame and pain Now move effortlessly on the keys, Eliciting a new and beautiful melody. It is the composition of life. It is His – and He has given it to me…

The sky is blue – stunning and vibrant, Leaves on trees glow brilliant green. Spring has come in jubilant light Dancing across the rolling hills. In its midst, the tumbling breeze…. Calls out in sweet abandon. Sometimes its voice is strong, And others, merely whispers. Lean forward, catch the words From the heart of Spring. Pause and hear, Wait and watch, Each second unique in beauty. With the beating of my heart, I cast away distractions – Intent on being still and absorbing A thousand whispers of today. – RG    

Nature sings around me – I can almost hear her voice in the colors of Spring. Blue Bonnets and Paintbrushes scattered across the fields in merry chaos. Trees stretch their wakening limbs to the sky… And in creation I see You everywhere. I feel Your love, I see the magnificent artist in Your heart. The universe is on display, Revealing You to those who will look. It is stunning to me when I consider the flowers, birds and trees That You took the time to make me. I lift my voice in thanks and awe, Singing harmony with the Voices of Spring. – RG    

Today as I work, think and breathe, I can almost hear You. There are whispers in the heart of my mind – Secrets and open doors. No silence – rather a kaleidoscope of hope and dreams. Cartwheels of expectations roll in my thoughts. Your glorious Hand upon me, It brings me to my knees. I am Yours…and grander still, You are mine. I catch my breath and smile. Your voice becomes clearer – the more I listen. Why You showed Yourself to us Is almost beyond comprehension. All I can do is say – Thank You. Thank You. Thank You. – RG

Listening in the quiet, Fog swirls ’round our walk. In the distance an owl calls. I’m thankful for the misty serenity of the morning. And in the land of dreams, Which lay slumbering just now, You are there. If I but blink, I will see you again… Laughing, caring, hugging… Your face lit with happiness. It gives me hope and promise that we are connected still. In the gossamer of imagination, I hear you say, “Mothers and daughters have a special bond that can never be broken.” The dream lives on in me. I carry it and you in my heart. – RG