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Life found where we least expect it

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Nature won’t give up

on what it breathes life into;

but comes back, stronger

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One and a half years after the disastrous flood of September 2013 in our town in northern Colorado we have amazing sights that surprise us like this old cracked tree stump that was surrounded by destroyed trees and washed out trails, roads and demolished buildings. But, last summer while on the walking trail we spotted this old tree stump cut down where others had been trimmed or uprooted from the flood, many that literally floated down the raging river during the flood. Thinking the tender green shoots were growing up from the ground near it, I decided to get a closer look at it and found that they were actually growing from out of the cracks or crevices in the stump. I was glad I had my camera along.

I was immediately reminded of a favorite scripture in Job 14: 7 of the Old Testament that says, “At least there is hope for a tree; if it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its new shoots will not fail.” (NIV) And I thought about how often I had given up on dreams or things in my life because I felt as if they were ‘dead in the water’, like the trees that washed away in the flood, or having been cut down of ever producing any life or fruit again. But, God’s word is true. It is the same promise for today as it was in the days of Job, and there is the faith and hope that new life, new growth can begin again and we will bear new fruit.

Joyce E. Johnson (2015)

The oddest tree ever I did see

Walking trail along the Missouri River

Walking trail along the Missouri River

There stood in the woods a tree

with the oddest shape ever I see.

Where is the beaver that chewed

nearly all of the tree now strewed

along the river by me?

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)


When the Heavens Declare His Glory

When the Heavens Declare His Glory


A tree stands silhouetted

Against an amber sky.

I wonder at the sight

Watching from my window,

At golden hues in orange and yellow

Spread across the horizon.

Like an artist with brush strokes

God paints the heavens with his finger

Merging shades that turn

Dusk into nightfall,

And I imagine all creation

Shouting out his name,

Yahweh! Our God.

In song, adoration and praise.

Poem by: Joyce E. Johnson

Photo credit: T. Wayne Johnson

Nov., 2012

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Posted November 8, 2012 by Joyce in Faith, Inspirational Poems, My Photos, Photography, Poems, Seasons, Writing

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Home: A Nice Place to Be

Home. It is a nice place to be, and always a nice place to return to after a trip.

It has been over three weeks since I last posted, but have been traveling. Revisiting our old town of Independence, Mo., seeing our old house of nine years which was our first real home as a family where we welcomed our first child, and the streets where we walked our daughter to school, walked our dog, hung out with neighbors, friends, rode our bikes, and the list goes on. But, being away made me miss my home here in Loveland, Co., having been gone from the former for over thirty years. Twelve days on the road traveling through Ks., Mo., Il., Ind., and Ky. to visit family members, friends and relatives was nice, but I was ready to return home to Colorado, to my own kids and grandkids. We get kind of spoiled and grow accustomed to our own things and in general just our current ‘nesting place’.

It does give us a new perspective on things though while gone and seeing how life goes on in other places, foreign or familiar. The changing times and distance can change the way we view things when not living there again. I think I can relate to the way a mother bird feels when she flies away to visit places once gone to, only to return to her current, familiar place called ‘home.’

It was fun browsing and shopping in antique stores, hanging out with my sisters in places where we spent what seemed like hours looking for good ‘deals.’ Then there were the long walks along the Mo. River, through the neighborhoods looking at the colorful trees with the changing leaves, the fresh look of autumn. Those were the times my husband and I enjoyed the most. Getting the ‘perfect shot’ with our cameras everywhere we went was a venture requiring patience, charged batteries, and just the right light, and time of day. Driving almost 3,000 miles through all kinds of weather, good or bad, heavy traffic, or no traffic, getting out to stretch our legs, do quick rabbit runs, or a turtle walk around the parking lots at rest areas depended on how my stiff joints felt after long hours in the car filled with luggage, a cooler, and shopping bags with goodies and bargains. It was a great trip, but am happy to be back home and once again in a familiar routine.

The picture here is one taken at home, in Loveland of our little bird house perched among the colorful changing leaves in October.


The Forest

The Forest

 

Poem by: Joyce E. Johnson

There is a knoll of land

Where the pines and fir still stand,

As if at attention answering the call

They receive the birds and game of small.

The winds carry their song

Through the nestled branches long.

It is to those that find

With solace to the mind

A place kept to retreat

Where the air still smells of sweet

Flowers growing wild,

 Pines that drop their fruit,

And leaves that follow suit.

For all the seasons to come,

And all the seasons of past

This knoll of land lies in wait

And beckons to be last

To join the host of trees that boast

To greatness lest they fall

To fate, succumbed, cut and quartered

They surrender to the saw.

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