More Than Stones

We stop and stare at the handiworks of time.

The delicate features and the skills so fine;

We contemplate the effort and the hours paid-

Creating such a wonder from the first stone laid.

 

Listen close, listen long, as you wonder in its shade;

There is more here than a building finely made.

Here is life, hope, and friendship when alone

Because this church is more than merely stone.

 

It rose above the streets with a purpose clear;

To call out a welcome and bring people here.

It rose to open arms wide and a message to proclaim –

“Come and meet one who cares!” Jesus is his name.

Stone and wood and glass fade away from view;

Time progresses replacing old with new.

A church is more than brick and glass alone;

A church is  people; a church is more than stones.

 

--Marilyn A. Hudson, 4/2015

Light Our Way - M.A. Hudson

In the darkness
We wait and pray.
Give us guidance,
Light our way.

Lead our footsteps
Through valleys long.
Replace our mourning;
Give us a song!

Still the tempest
When fears assail.
Share your strength;
It never fails.

Peace in morning
As stars fade away.
Stay with us Lord -
Through this day.

Into the unknown
We follow your light.
Lifting high your name;
We keep you in sight.

--Marilyn A. Hudson, (c) December 2014

We Dance Too Little

I have come to think that people are like trees: some bend and some break.  Some face down the fiercest of blows to spring back, tousle their hair and rise to new heights.  Others stand rigidly straining against those fearsome forces and finally, their centers dry and brittle, they crack and crash to the ground.  Then to lay rotting in the dirt to be forgotten and forlorn.

 

Let me dance! As the winds tug and push against me, Let me dance!  I may, with advancing age, feel the need to waltz instead of jig, but Let me Dance!  Let me scream rebellion to the storms that would see me topple over to never rise again, Let me Dance!  Let me feel the sap flowing in my branches, have the experience to sense when it will be a gentle storm and strength to face the onslaught of the fiercest gale. Let me Dance!

 

Let me sway in the gentle warm arms of a sunny day. Let me reach up to touch a moonlit sky. Let me weep as rains washes over me. Let me laugh as butterflies and birds play among my branches.

 

LET ME DANCE!