Where am I since I started this walk of faith
I knew nothing of what it would entail
Some question my success
What is the measure of worth?
Beginnings, endings, middles
Circles within circles often seem empty
I wake in sunlight outlined by shadow
I sleep in darkness defined by light//
This world in all it’s splendor
It’s landscapes, provender and provision
Will one day cease
And it deems not all equal
Yet one soul is eternal
Worth more than the world it inhabits
My success is the nurturing of my soul
PS 62:1 Truly my soul finds rest in God;
my salvation comes from him.
PS 42:11 Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
Ps 103:2 Praise the LORD, my soul,
and forget not all his benefits
Wrote this poem for five minute Friday with Kate Motaung and awesome writers who inspire, teach and encourage me as I play with words.
A word each week to muse over and write for 5 minutes.
Sometimes a lot comes and sometimes just the title in that amount of time. It is both fun and challenging.
Not even sunshine can tell us all
Only uncreated light reveals it
An entity in itself, it is self-sustaining
Our best efforts leave empty holes of lies and questions
The more you think you know, the more there is to know
It may have sides, but never disagrees with itself
It needs no proof by words or actions
I cannot change it, destroy it or manipulate it
It will win in the end
It has to
It is truth
Jn 17:17 “… Thy word is truth”.
Jn 14:6 “…I am the way, the truth and the Life. No man comes to the Father but by me”.
A Mother’s Day Poem
This time for mothers
But some grieve
Some were abandoned
Perhaps she is gone
It’s too soon to celebrate again
Then there is the miscarriage
The still born
The fatal accident
Hurt and anger
What then to celebrate
Without it, there is no life at all
If I’m satisfied I won’t eat
If I don’t eat, I won’t grow
He wants me hungry
To be satisfied
And then hungry again
No matter how dark it gets
Or what road I follow
How lost I become
In the tears
In the laughter
From the first yesterday
To the last tomorrow
It may be in quiet
Or in storm
Evening or morn
Laboring or rest
Somber or jest
Sometimes an embrace
Or alone where I find
To know and to sense
From where and whence
My continual quest
I follow as best
He leads and precedes
My every step
Again and again and again
Prompt: Write a poem about something that keeps repeating itself, such as the sunrise, or an action you repeat.
Well, I did it again to my surprise. Wrote 30 poems in 30 days. Actually it ma be the first year I missed none.
Full light blinds you
In darkness finds you
Color embraces you
Nature faces you
Silence covers you
Music favors you
Angels gleam at you
Only Jesus redeems you
All I heard
A distant bird
Like aging curd
Don’t skip a beat
Sense to none
But maybe some
Or only one
Prompt: Skeltonic verse gets its name from John Skelton, a fifteenth-century English poet who pioneered the use of short stanzas with irregular meter, but two strong stresses per line (otherwise know as “dipodic” or “two-footed” verse). The lines rhyme, but there’s not a rhyme scheme per se. The poet simply rhymes against one word until he or she gets bored and moves on to another.
A great prompt for when you are totally exhausted and this is how you are thinking anyways.