Poetry – Page 22 – Shelly Wilson Ministries

A person with long, wavy hair stands by a lake, facing away from the camera in a maroon sweater, raising both arms above their head amidst a green, forested background, as if to say, "Don't Rush Me.

Don’t Rush Me

My favorite place to worship is at the altar…The Lord tends to beckon me there should one be available. Of course, we can create an altar anywhere and I have by faith done so in my closet, in the midst…

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Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

Love…

Love is an unexpected gift Of time with a long lost friend Love is softened stains As one wipes the tears and tends. Love is a gentle squeeze When your strength is all but gone Love it perseveres To ensure…

A wet, empty road stretches toward mountains under a dramatic, cloud-filled sky, with yellow roadside markers and distant peaks partly lit by sunlight.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

Haste

There is the reading of the scripture That leaves still no effect Perhaps but a mere habit We need Rema..God’s “NOW” breath. A shouting of yes’s and agreed with “amen!” Yet never realizing the death deep within. When stories recounted…

Rocky mountain landscape under a partly cloudy sky, featuring rugged boulders and rocky terrain in the foreground with distant mountains and valleys in the background.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

Dry Bones

Do dry bones know when their dry? For they are now void of life Hearing is dull and scarce Vision has gone and left. For only when Christ wakens these And the Holy Spirit pervades the dead leaves Will breath…

Dew-covered spider webs hang between thin, bare branches, with the sun rising in a foggy, muted background. The droplets glisten softly in the low light, creating a delicate and tranquil atmosphere.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

Bigotry

There is a deep deep problem in the Kingdom Unseen by the natural eye But a hardness of heart of God’s people For others who are different than thine. Where hatred may not be so evident Yet a prejudice so…

A dry, curled brown leaf lies on a concrete surface in sharp focus, with a blurred background of muted colors and indistinct shapes, evoking the quiet aftermath of heartbreak in an urban street scene.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

When Love Fails

When love fails the heart is hope deferred A repetitious cycle of lost-ness occurs When one pours out yet comes up short You may have to release all to the Lord. One can grow weary of waiting a heart To…

Five vultures perch on the branches of a leafless tree against a clear sky, creating a stark and dramatic scene.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

Scavengers

Be cautious my friends of what and whom you allow into your life, homes, or ministries. Not everything, nor everyone, is as they seem. We must now more than ever be very wise. There is a very real spiritual world…

Smooth gray pebbles cover the foreground of a beach, evoking a sense of restoration, with the calm blue sea and a slightly cloudy sky in the background. The image focuses on the stones, while the horizon and water appear softly blurred.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

The Time of Restoration

There comes a time of restoration When the ancient ways will be again When prophets arise in a moment From a wilderness designed by God’s hand. No eloquence or worldly esteem , no.. They’ll be the smallest of the clan…

Close-up of burning firewood with bright orange and yellow flames and glowing embers, creating a warm and intense atmosphere reminiscent of poisoned arrows flying through the night.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

The Poisoned Arrows

The Poisoned Arrow Some arrows from Satan are meant just to graze Or even to fly by to cause fear to raise But deadly are others he sets in his sights Laced with a poison to slowly take life. The…

Close-up of vibrant green, blue, and gold Little Peacock feathers, showing detailed eye patterns and fine, delicate strands.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

The Little Peacock

There once was a beautiful peacock Whose feathers were frayed and torn Her tail it drug behind her Swollen from rocks and thorns. Her colors had dulled and now dingy Covered in soot and debris And missing were many her…

Posts Tagged: Poetry

Don’t Rush Me

Love…

Haste

Dry Bones

Bigotry

When Love Fails

Scavengers

The Time of Restoration

The Poisoned Arrows

The Little Peacock

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