All posts by L.L. Shelton

About L.L. Shelton

Bonnie is a Jesus Lover, and in light of the fact, loves His wonderful church. She is interested in many things and enjoys sharing her view of some of them on this blog. She is a poet and a singer of songs. She resides in Memphis, Tennessee, where she is a dedicated wife and the mother of seven children- five of whom she educates at home, as the eldest two have graduated homeschool and are pursuing their own interests. In her spare moments she may be found in her home office with a client, as she is a practicing Biblical Counselor and a Life Coach. She welcomes you to print and share her articles and poetry, and to quote freely from them with the understanding that she is to be acknowledged as the author. Mrs. Shelton does NOT OWN the copyright to the majority of the photos and other types of illustration used on this site!

Narcissus

Poetry

You plan no future.
You claim no past.
Winter lurks behind the mask.

Spring is feigned.
Summer is an illusion.
Fall seems eternal inside your delusion.

Finally, sweet winter roars,
Comes forth to settle every score,
Takes your life by its own hand;
No wonder that there was no plan.

Copyright 2014, L.L. Shelton

8

Poetry

Infinite, lovely, awesome shape
Leads some of us to contemplate
And therein lies a great debate
Did we ourselves alone create
Stunning, powerful, graceful eight?

Copyright 2014, L.L. Shelton

Child Of Mine

Poetry

Child of mine, you are to me
As the wave is to the sea.
Child of mine, you are to me
As is bark upon the tree.
Child of mine, you are to me
As the mind to memory.
Child of mine, you surely see,
For terms of endearment
There is no need.

Copyright 2014, L.L. Shelton

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Your Will Be Done, Earth Be Won

Poetry

When I was young and knew no better,
I planted seeds in springtime weather.
I watched and waited to be impressed,
By the earth most lovely dressed.

In summer, I learned acute distress.
Each dawn demanded that I invest
Prayer, hard work, tears, and sweat,
Should I expect to be so blessed.

Fall came sporting fantastic promise,
Colorful parade in nature’s best bonnet!
Then, revealed at close inspection
Were many lost to plague, infection.

As winter loomed dark and dreary,
I often felt myself grow weary.
I wondered at the loss in sight,
At all my labor, day and night.

Then, You brought to memory
An impression of Your Sovereignty.
Peace descended once again,
To calm my soul and still my hand.

Copyright 2014, L.L. Shelton

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Smith to Schaeffer, It’s Only Paper

Books, Church Culture, Poetry

 

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Give me one good reason,
One good reason to justify
The method God would choose,
His only son to testify,

His only precious son to use,
He, himself, to glorify,
Before all others humiliate,
Salvation to solidify.

With all power at his fingertips,
He could have spared his blameless son.
One word given from his lips,
New plan, and still the world be won!

Why make that wicked angel?
He knew without debate!
He must not have been thinking.
Maybe his mind wasn’t straight?

Not to mention all the babies,
Throughout the ages mutilated,
The criminals who do no time
While good mens’ lives are confiscated…

I find myself uncomfortable
With who God claims to be.
I think I’ll re-invent him,
Fashion him to best suit me.

There, now! Let me look at you.
You are riveting to see,
Yet, as I am observing you,
I’m seeing only me.

Though I do like you better,
You have become quite small
And truth be told, if you be God
There is no God at all.

Copyright 2014, L.L. Shelton

Come Away

Living the Word, Poetry

He calls

Each star by name

Yet all the while,

Reaches forth His hand

And claims, “My child!”

In him

To whom all space

And time belong,

Author of Eternity

Has sown

A hunger

Satisfied

In Him alone.

Seek me! Find me!

In You will I dwell!

Stir your passion;

Your Will fashion

There until,

No trace of rebel found,

In me fulfill

Promise granted

In the garden,

Now made real.

Crush his head!

He’ll merely strike your heel.

Faith and Reason

Be but brothers,

I propose,

As you study Master,

He’ll disclose

To you His mind,

Tis likely though

You’ll differ none

From one

Who long ago

Would witness

But His back and even so,

Did come away

Skin burned,

Hair white as snow.

Come away

To take your place

Among the stones,

Sweet memorial to Him

And Him alone.

Copyright 2014, L.L. Shelton

Knowing

Poetry

What will come of the child born old,
Shaking his fist at his own existence,
Wrapped in precious blanket of prescience
With a wish to have been left cold?

Preserving ideal and sanity
Poet, dreamer he must be,
His own thoughts redistributing
As pearls he casts upon the sea.

Copyright 2014, L.L. Shelton

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