With Sticky Little Hands
By Landon Lee Penrod
Dear Heavenly Father, I want to thank You for dirty hands that touch everything my table and all my windows in my house;
Sticky little fingers that try to build a bridge
Careless hands that go astray searching for something new, for these hands to hold and show the way as Father’s often do.
With these little hands which are so precious
With such great faith so abound, to touch a father’s frown with those silly little dirty hands.
Dear Heavenly Father, thank You so much for Your guiding hands that has led me to Your powerful light, while I stumble in the dark Your powerful light lifts me up and points me in the right direction.
With those little hands that reach up and out to me to show me what you want, as I reach out and down to you, I reassure that you are loved.
My Life Is Like a Flowing River
By Landon Lee Penrod
My life is like a flowing river
On which I strew,
With rose petals and the petals of my heart;
In my faraway dreams the end may be lost,
As the rose petals float on past in my view
In early hope crimson joy, I watch in freighted fear,
I scatter the petals of my opened red rose petals;
Their widening scope, their distant employ never shall I know.
With the flowing rivers of the galaxy’s flows sweeping the petals away.
Each one is gone ever beyond into infinite waves
I alone stand and stay while the years hurry on,
The rose petals fared forth though its fragrance still stay with us all in this life.
“My Life Is Like a Flowing River”
Burning Lights of Apples
By Landon Lee Penrod
Golden lights shining through the trees with beautiful burning lights of red and green along with golden apples!
As the golden tinted moon pierced wrap of night with pale shafts of red and yellow light.
Swaying to the kissing breeze the treasure of the golden gleaming light, far and lofty, yet they glimmer blinded by their radiant shimmering light.
“Burning Lights of Apples”
Rushing forward just for these dew-be sprinkled bramble-marred, poor duped mortal travel scarred always thinking soon to seize and possess the golden fire glistening; not one missing still transcendent clustering together like a swarm of yellow and black bumble bees.
Yielding to no man’s desire glowing with a saffron fire splendid unassailed the golden burning lights of apples.
A Guide to Glimmers
By Landon Lee Penrod
What are glimmers, are they tiny moments of awe, do they spark the inner joy and evoke our inner calm?
Do they have good positive effect on our mental health?
Will the micro-moments cause a shift in our mood or evoke our feeling of ease and contentment?
Does the positive energy allow our body to respond to the hope and loss of our nervous system?
Can glimmers help and embrace our well-being?
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