Nature’s lace extended
Waving gently in the breeze
Sun’s shine glittering
Upon stretched strands
Gossamer intricately created
Yet containing surprising strength
Catching unwary passersby
To feed its hungry watcher
Dewdrops glisten
Reflecting rainbow spheres
Busy resident builds and rebuilds
With patient skill upon its sticky portal
Charlotte-Anne Allen
Starry gaze through inky black
Moon’s beams peek ‘round clouds’ edge
Night settles upon the land
Sighing whispers of day’s farewell
Turn from bright glare of urban lights
That blink in disregard of rural calm
Go now to your quiet place
Far from bustle and clangs
Rocking slowly, now ease your mind
… Night calls softly to welcome rest
Charlotte-Anne Allen
What does it suggest?
What might it mean?
A help, a thought,
… a tease perhaps
When brains don’t joggle
Or are in a ‘foggle”
A simple word
May make us wise
Perhaps a well-placed
Bit of something
To alert a wandering mind
…Take notice now!
We tap our lip
In contemplation
Ah-hah, ah-hah
a welcome hint!
Charlotte-Anne Allen
Cool as light from a sparkling moon
Stretching out to silent earth
Gleaming softly smooth to touch
Shiny brightly attracting the eyes
A treasure keeper carefully shaped
Drawn from within… and precious
Awaiting master’s touch
… tested and refined
Servant heart freely given
Purely silver
– From “Of the Earth”
Charlotte-Anne Allen
There was a hush as time stood still
With indrawn breath
A pause, a flicker… a moment of clarity
Photos taken in darkest of days and
Moments of sweetest remembrance
… Rarest seconds of quiet
Sigh of rest at day’s end
Death’s final march and
Awe-filled eyes before baby’s first cry
Contemplate life and its grand stories
Cherish and preserve its promise
Look to sunrise and set, day night day
Joy in beloved voices around you
Of love and trials and overcoming
Of a great God ever present
There was a hush
As time stood still
Charlotte-Anne Allen
An interesting word! Now, think about it.
Is it something to eat or something to do?
A warm thick porridge
To fill and to satisfy
Or flying across the snow
As swift dogs pull a sled
Is it too sentimental?
Just mushy romance?
Is it mashing and smashing
To a soft pulpy mess?
Whether cooking something wholesome
Or exclaiming, “charge on”
Let’s look forward, seek always
For good and our best
From “Words of Interest”
Charlotte-Anne Allen
I love an old adage
From friends tried and true
If ever there’s too much
to think about and to do
“Don’t fret about it…”
Worrying constantly
and tied in a wad
To be anxious is wearing
A devouring monster
Who seeks to consume
Hear words of comfort
Life’s seasons all pass
There much to give thanks for
Let it go, “Now don’t fret!”
Charlotte-Anne Allen
Pointing, reaching, bright and clear
Shining for all folks far and near
Lights in the sky showing the way
Touching us gently after setting of day
Revealed by the dark
They twinkle, wink, and sparkle
Peeking through night’s clouds
And glimpsed through swaying trees
Starry light, you’ve traveled so far
Wonder inspiring and God revealing
Calming, warning, guiding, lifting
Touching us lightly with cooling beams
Set in the vault of the sky
God-spoken… for humanity woken
Starshine’s glow in universe’s vastness
Leading us to truth and hope
Not to blindly stumble or in darkness grope
Shine on, shine on… revealing God’s face
A star to bring us to His place
– From “Forms Around Us”
Charlotte-Anne Allen
Splashing water on a hot day
Splash of bright color to cheer
Splashing your face to refresh and clean
A splash a dash of spice to savor
Splashing encouraging words to hear
A splash a flash smiling face to cheer
We all need a splash to give and receive
A day with a splash is one we all favor!
Charlotte-Anne Allen
Awe inspiring, mighty, and grand
Look now on infinity’s vastness
Ponder greatness, power, and mystery
Wondrous beauty in all God’s creation
Nature’s grandeur breathtaking splendor
With outstretched arms we scarce take it in
Mountain high, brilliant sky, rolling ocean,
Canyons broad… reflections of our sovereign God
How can we stand before our Creator’s majesty?
… In quiet reverence or with voices lifted in praise
From “My Words to Live By”
Charlotte-Anne Allen
The Still Small Voice 