young leaves

Link to CDHK Time Glass challenge…

young leaves with dew

fresh dew on new blades

soaking in clean sweet wetness

life’s spring is greener

open letter to my son(s)

Dearest Son,

you will find in
this sad world
people who live
aimlessly and by
default become

surprisingly foolish
selfishly apathetic
faithlessly perverse
dishonestly lazy
bitterly violent

but you, quiet your heart
consider your footsteps
hold fast to the truth
choose to be different
be blessed by joy

shine!

all my love & prayers,
Mom

” I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.”

( I John 1:4 )

something to cluck about

TweetSpeak Poetry celebrates April as National Poultry (Poetry) Month!

I think that I will never see a thing as
lovely as a turkey (struttin’ his stuffin’)

Writing poultry means lots of scratching
and requires a bit of gravel in the gizzard.

Why did the chicken cross the road?
She wanted to be poultry in motion.

Fine feathered friends don’t let hens
drive drunk to live poultry slams…

Concerned about April 30th, Poultry in
my Pocket Day? Find a cute chick!

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gospel in a villanelle

IMG_1831Which side of the cross are you?
Criminals hang on either side
Repent, believe God’s Son, be new!

One robber gives Christ honor due
The other curses while he died
Which side of the cross are you?

Jesus’ grace invites me and you
From his offer we cannot hide
Repent, believe God’s Son, be new!

I confess that I’m a sinner too
I broke God’s law each time I lied
Which side of the cross are you?

All fall below the bar, it’s true
Our condemnation is justified
Repent, believe God’s Son, be new!

The choice today; what will you do?
I pray you would with faith decide
On which side of Christ’s cross are you?
Repent, believe, God makes all things new!

call to serve

Stirred by theme of “vocation or call” at d’Verse Poets today…

_______

young women

attend college

afraid to admit

perhaps their

fondest dream:

“I just want to

be a mother.”

“JUST”  ??!!

go for it, girl!

yes, do pursue

the education

you desire in

becoming a

better person

but don’t let

any feminazi

talking head

denigrate you

for aspiring to

the high calling

of motherhood!

_______

They say that man is mighty,

He governs land and sea,

He wields a mighty sceptre, 

O’er lesser powers that be,

But a mightier power and stronger,

Man from his throne has hurled,

For the hand that rocks the cradle,

Is the hand that rules the world.

                       -William Ross Wallace

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Note:  I found a totally different version of his poem here:  http://www.potw.org/archive/potw391.html

seems only the best are taken

To honor Rallyn Van Beek, Betty Mennega, Kara Tippets, Phyllis Meerdink, and Ed Zomermaand; whose loss is grieved, whose memory is treasured, whose faith is rewarded!

pilgrims on a journey

through lonely valley

of uncertain, unchosen

battles of aging, cancer,

treatments, injury and pain.

how to understand it?

how to go on? one step by

wobbly step, one tough day to next;

Spirit lifts struggling saints

 in present hard grief to

glimpse higher vision.

their suffering redeemed by

the Father for holy purpose as

spirits grow ever stronger

with time, faith and courage.

dying is simply a

passageway to paradise,

true rest, complete healing;

they know the Prince of Peace

who calls and carries them home.

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photo: “Rose of Sharon” (crown anemone) in “Promised Land” (Israel)

beauty is …

 

evident in

self-sacrifice;

deny one’s

own needs

to satisfy one

who’s even

more needy.

 

go hungry to

feed a child,

feel thirsty by

sharing last

water bottle,

be humbled by

another’s honor.

 

listen to

someone’s

complaint,

ease a pain,

change a bed

or diaper for

young or old.

 

doesn’t come

naturally, but

life and love

will demand

we give up

our own ugly

selfishness,

 

if we want to

live beautiful.

 


 

Written for Mary’s poetry prompt on “beauty” at d’Verse Poets

air in motion

our atmosphere

photo by S. Etole

Photo credit:  S. Etole

is making some

commotion here

 

wind blows

chinook whips

zephyr flows

tempest grips

norther howls

westerly stalls

squall prowls

microburst falls

 

yes, it will please

to dry the laundry

on soft breeze

 

but gusty gale

 

frames a pout

when all umbrellas

turn inside out!

 

 


Sharing with TweetSpeak Poetry…

 

 

i fightis colitis

 

stressed out

pressed out

spread thin as

melted butter

dries into hard

charred toast

(cheap toaster,

get what you

pay for, huh?)

 

calendar days

overlap, overfill

with uneventful

events (or ever

errant errands);

can’t clear any

cluttered squares

for open spaces

just to breathe.

 

responsibilities

worry like dog

that won’t let go

of old stale bone;

just bury them

(in moist garden

with earthworms

in dirt) dig ’em up

later, composted.

 

body is inflamed

system attacks own

internal flora/fauna

(acidic thoughts

exacerbate cycle:

over-react  or

stuff fears deep?)

irritated colon tries

to digest itself.

 

is it possible

to self-correct

immuno-hyper-vigilantis?

 


 

“Therefore we do not lose heart.  though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.  For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.  So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.  For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”

2 Corinthians 4:16-18

 

 

 

 

inviting an archeologist to dinner

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Tel-Aviv we’ve filled out the guest list

Tel-Beersheva it’s bring your own beverage

Tel-Dan ancient veal will be an entree option

Tel-Masada he’s welcome for duration of siege

Tel-Avedat her ostracon reveals menu caveat

Tel-Jericho to not throw dishes at any busboys

Tel-Megiddo we’re serving a 26-layer dessert!

 


Linking to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

 

freedom’s creed

 

The right to believe what you choose comes with

the responsibility to allow another’s free choice.

The right to say what you want comes with

the responsibility to listen to another’s view.

The right to publish your own words comes with

the responsibility to enlighten another’s mind.

The right to live where you would comes with

the responsibility to live at peace with another.

The right to act on your convictions comes with

the responsibility to let others act on theirs.

The right to experience the joy of being alive comes with

the responsibility to respect the life of another.

When faith, speech, or action no longer respects the LIFE of another,

then it forfeits freedom and it  must.

be.

stopped.

middle-eastern mosaic

 

sheep and stones dot steeply jaded hillsides

waves gently ripple across flashing sapphire lake

flock of creamy white gulls wing high on moist air

flowers pop like bright gems from monastic garden

blossoms clothe almond orchard in translucent pink

 

children chatter on walk to gate-guarded schoolyard

vendors persistently hawk a myriad of market wares

pilgrims from global village tour preserved holy site

devotees bow reverently in faithful, diverse prayers

soldiers drill younger patriots to handle heavy guns

 

traffic honks over chaos of narrow cobbled street

song of acapella worship echoes from chapel dome

aromas of food, local grown, entice to exotic buffet

history’s dusty layers exposed by digging ancient tell

cultures clash at civilizations’ crowded crossroads

 

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