Scarlet Robe Creations

Spoken into being, the utterance of a word. Light becomes light, and darkness has no hold. Day and night, the first word. Separated, water from water, a dome, the sky. Pleased in the evening, the second word. Gathered waters, make place for rock and soil. A whispered breath bears fruit. The sower of creation, the third word. Then there were lights, greater and lesser, to light the day, mark seasons, days and years, the fourth word. Life filled the seas. Birds took to the sky. Every creature, large and small, filling creation with life, the fifth word. Every beast of the land, wild and domestic, to cover creation. Then the image of the creator, given breath, the sixth word. Universe created, a finished task, a time to set down tools, to focus on worship, and to rest, the seventh word. copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

You exist on the brink of life. What will become rests on the decision of another. How could one squander the gift? What is it now, perhaps just a cluster of cells, the world's view, nothing more than an inconvenience? Or maybe a gift offered by the hand of creation. There are excuses, many. Some show where your heart truly lies. Others show the Godly desire to hold the tiny hand of your child in your own. copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

View from Mount Eisenhower. The effort. The climb. The moment of wondering if. Knees are sore. Feet are tired of cresting rock. The trail is wet. A portion becomes a waterfall, here now, but gone when the rains cease. I follow a pace set by a six year old. He scrambles over each boulder with an ease I once knew. It is his first. He is filled with excitement. There are forty-seven more in New Hampshire that he plans to conquer. We reach the top, forty-seven hundred and sixty feet, as clouds open our view, creation is revealed. and Heaven seems almost reachable. Exhaustion has been overcome. He places a rock on the cairn. We take in the glorious view from the top, my daughter, my grandson and gramps. copyright 2023 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Now the earth was formless and empty,  darkness was over the surface of the deep,  and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.   Genesis 1:2 Spirit over the waters, without shape or form. The created yet to be made. Love, yet to be poured out.   Spirit over the waters, a breath of life, a touch of love and all emptiness is transformed to beauty.   Spirit over the water, deeper than any thought of my own, for You are my God and I am Your created.   Spirit over the waters, the hovering mist of morning cannot define divinity or the absolute beauty of Your face. copyright 2023 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author