Reflections on Stables

Smooth Silver

Leaves

In Light

“Oncet”


“Oncet” there was a Beginning
And from that shone a great light

Illuminating a realm so vast
So glorious to one’s sight

Infant call upon that plain
In wonder and great delight

To run, to swim, to fly so free
On limbs uncertain and new

Now we in our own garden
Living laughing where they grew

Making a difference as we follow
What will we bring and do?

… What words spoken of our “oncet”?

Charlotte-Anne Allen 6/2/2023
** “oncet” (wŭnst) adv. “once”
Southern & South Midland US

Reflections on Feathers


• Soft and light touches lift our spirits
• A child’s love is downy soft
• What you choose to be, to do, to think is a daily diet
• Your daily diet displays as a rainbow of colors for all to see.
• Exercise your spiritual muscles to warm others and withstand enemies
• There are times when we all just want to fly away
• Shedding the old opens room for the new
• Holding things together is often a challenge
• Changing our wayward directions is like refracted light upon shiny feathers
• A strong center stands against much bending and whipping in storms
• We cover and insulate ourselves from outside pressures
• Extend a hand to lighten each other’s load
• We are covered by our Maker’s wings

From “Reflections from the Everyday”
Charlotte-Anne Allen

Purely White

Clean and inviting
Washed, fresh, and pure

It is what you see
Real, genuine, and sure

Peaceful and good
Full of beauty and grace

An uplifting spirit
And encouraging face

Forgiveness, acceptance
Yields hope and builds might

Shining like snow
To the darkness… brings light

Combining all colors
… from God is true white

From “On Colors”
Charlotte-Anne Allen

Storm Breaking

In rising wind and slashing rain
Storm breaking, pounding, roaring

Trees do dance… They break and tremble
Whipped by nature’s grasping breath

Do we yet cower… or stand in awe?
We in our weakness before God’s might

Surrendered to those cleansing waters
Breathing in His freshening wind

Look now… A Light is shining
Glowing, filling, warming…

Ever speaking of storm passing
Securely held in its wake

Charlotte-Anne Allen