Christmas lessons & carols

At dVerse poets , we look back on 2025 for the last poetics prompt of the year…


Looking back in rearview mirror,

on events of past month of year,

swipe tissue under blurry eyes

and serve up slice of humble pie.

Sweet baby, born before her time,

fits beautifully in family line

but tiny heart anomaly

means coming home not yet to be.

God, in his wisdom, has a plan

higher than that of mortal man;

helpless we feel to watch and wait

while surgeon’s skills work delicate.

Magdalena will live her name

demonic power of death won’t reign;

her will to live is stubborn, strong

her parents, faith-full, walk along.

Grandparents care for brother, Gid

( and wonder at precocious kid! )

family and friends all watch and pray,

believe in miracles today!

patchwork friends

our friendship, not hemmed in
by time or location, offers ample
ease for plenty of free movement.
we started on school bus, bobbin’
as fresh-facing kindergarteners;
as middle schoolers, we darted
on bicycles to local pharmacy,
spacious park or shopping mall
to gather summer memories. in
high school and college, took
backstitch or two along the way,
but eventually stood witness as
each took vows binding ourselves
to husbands (promises we’ve kept).
an old favorite friendship that can
stretch seamlessly across the years
and distance; comfortable and warm
as a patchwork quilt; hearts appliqued
with sisterly love, lined with laughter,
covered with grace-patterned shalom.


For my dear friend, Joyce

Joining with dVerse Poets to “sew” some poetry together!

prayer for faith, hope, love

Our newborn grand daughter, Maggie Mae, born 11-28-25, awaits heart surgery 12-12-25.


Dear Father God,

who knit this little one together

in her mother’s womb,

why are we now tied up in knots?

we wonder as we wait for her coming heart surgery…

it’s hard to hope for the best when we imagine the worst,

and yet…yet…yet…YOU. You are with us

in the waiting; You are Immanuel, Lord of Advent.

You watch her sleep (as monitors beep) in this sterile space;

You hold our dear grand daughter in your gracious embrace.

You love her more than her mother, father, or any of us can.

You hear bold prayers by day and quiet sobs in the night.

You are the ultimate Healer and we know You will

work on her tiny heart (even as you work on ours).

Grow all our hearts bigger, like Yours!

Amen.

light will dawn

alone in the dark

waiting and watching with hope

God’s kingdom coming!

Spirit is deposit of

amazing inheritance.

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From today’s sermon by Pastor John Lee on Micah 7when the darkness is deep, we look for the Light!

raven


intelligent eyes

watch tourists enjoy salmon

until winter comes

brave wings push into snowstorm

heart of alaskan spirit

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color me rich

cottonwood tree sheds,

gilding sidewalk with gold leaf

autumn’s treasure hunt

spirit fire

his spoken word
created light to shine
into chaotic darkness
God’s voice as big bang
trinity of love plays with clay

spark of divine – imago dei

his begotten Word
bursts into our world
starlight announces birth
recreated in Christ’s love
we sparkle, we shine

“… so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation. Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky. “ (Philippians 2:15)

master artist

God paints evening sky

across watercolor clouds

with autumn’s palette

multiply

summer’s turtle doves

splash together in birdbath

triplet squabs wait turn

* * * * *

how many eggs hatched this year?
dry birdbath counts more grown doves!

debate is great, duel is cruel

Merril hosts dVerse poetics and (remembering the infamous headless horseman) encourages each of us to “hold on to your head!”

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when you strongly disagree
with either them (or maybe me)
…hold on to your head

when politics don’t seem to go
the way you think that they should flow
…hold on to your head

when the news sounds awfully bad
or reported stories make you sad
…hold on to your head

when nuance colors point of view
you recognize both sides are true
let common ground be found anew

whenever you are criticized
or favorite group is stigmatized
control yourself, be civilized

hear outrageous words you said—
you truly wish “those” people dead?
please…hold on to your head!

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octoburr moonrise

Moonrise by Saskia Boelsums

music of mysterious season
every extra-ordinary evening
when fall’s awe-calling and
autumn’s beat thrum-drums.

dry cornstalks quiver in crisp
whispers of sweater weather as
honky geese migrate late, and
de-fruited trees leave with a sigh.

orange pumpkin planets shimmer
eerily in phantom-tastical gleams
of the ghostly harvest moon-beams
that pierce clouds’ flimsy shroud.


Join dVerse Poets where Dora invites us to “trip the October light fantastic.”

skip to my…boo!

what to wear october night
when costumed kids say boo?
could dress up as a purple cow
say “trick or treat” with mooo
or maybe hop up to the door
like zoot-suited kangaroo?
if costume’s too convincing
…you might do the boo in zoo!

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Writing quadrilles (44 words including “boo”) with De at dVerse poets 🙂

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