His Plan – His Star



Whether watching on the evening news
Or just crawling from my bed
Sometimes it’s hard to see God’s plan
For all that lies ahead

He says there’s hope and future
But fears and chaos roam
These streets that once seemed good and true
And I feel far from home

But in the noise and darkness
He commands a light to shine
His mighty words and mercy
Bring wind and waves in line

So in my circumstances
Or whatever trials come
I’ll trust His plan is best for me
And His star will lead me on

HIs Plan - His Star
by Peter Caligiuri
Copyright © 2025 all rights reserved


For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil,
to give you a future and a hope.

Jeremiah 29:11 ESV
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My Poem Soon Was Crushed

My poem soon was crushed
Under the tramp of hurried feet
That left chaos in my calendar
And trouble on my street

But like the little lizard
Who hides among the leaves
Finding there a place to rest
And safely rides the breeze

I stopped and I remembered
That God commands the dawn
When I may wake to hope again
His work to carry on

Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls. Matthew 11:29 ESV

I Don’t Multi-Task (too well!)

Now I could have titled today’s post “OOOOPS!”, but that might have raised a few eyebrows. Suffice it to say that yesterday’s title was meant for today and I have no great excuse, except I started out to post today’s poem yesterday and thought better of it I edited carefully, reviewing all the grammar and spacing, but forgot the headlines! Yikes! Anyway, thank you for my friends and here is the actual, “He Wrote in the Dust” I hope these simple verses may be a blessing in some small way in your life, and let’s take it as Jesus told us, just one day at a time!

He Wrote in the Dust

This they said, tempting him, that they might have to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not. John 8:6 KJV

They brought her to Jesus, this woman of sin
But the Teacher bent low and without a sound
Knowing they hoped for a way to trap Him
He wrote with His finger in the dust on the ground

Using hands that had made on creation’s sixth day
A man in His image before sin without death
Breathing His life in a vessel of clay
As creation stood wondering man took His first breath

Then as they continued their self-righteous cries
Jesus stood up and spoke boldly to them
“Let him cast the stone who is without sin
Then he bent and he wrote in the dirt once again

As the woman stood trembling never hoping for grace
She braced for the pain while covering her face
Instead, she heard footsteps walking away
Then alone with the Savior she heard a voice say

“Where are your accusers? Has no one condemned?”
“Jesus quietly asked as He stood up again
“And neither do I,” Jesus told her and then
"Turn away from your sins, let a new life begin."


“He Wrote in the Dust”
By Peter Caligiuri
Copyright © 2025 all rights reserved