yes, deer

Chevré at Carpe Diem invites us to dig into archives. Haiku submitted to Lyrical Iowa a couple years ago; not published so posting now, along with photo taken last Sept. in Colorado Springs (added 2 lines to make it a tanka).


 

liquid eyes, white tail

grace notes on musical scale

doe does as does do

 

fans fawning at her beauty

evidence the buck stopped here

 

 

 

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photo by lynn

 

 

red amaryllis

Joining Kristjaan’s prompt at Carpe Diem with winter “kigo”, amaryllis.


 

celebrating sixth

winter of granddaughter’s birth

given grace to bloom

 

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to citizens of secret kingdom

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”   – Jesus  (John 16:33)

 

what have you to fear?

suffering betrayal and injustice by ones you trusted

evil gaining power to wreak havoc and violence

 

what have you to cheer?

love, grace, forgiveness…received and given

good stands stronger than evil and will overcome

 

peace has your back!

 


A quadrille with the word “cheer” and something secret…linking to dVerse poets pub!

 

prima ballerina

 

audience breathes sigh

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such balance and grace

signs & wonders

In response to Sunday haiga challenge, visage, with Marie at Syllabub Sea.

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a poet in his pocket

someday
i’ll meet
God
on a
mountain
or beach
maybe at a
coffee shop and
we’ll instantly
recognize each other
with neck hugs
and back pats
then, awed
i will bow
low and
God will
smile grace,
reach down,
pick me up
and put me in
his shirt pocket
near his heart
to carry
me
home.

faith simply believes

 

shift angle of prism

to see full spectrum of light

adjust focus of camera

to zoom in clear reality

turn dial on radio

to tune in magnificent music

 

leave childish stubbornness, embrace childlike wonder

leave small expectations, embrace great expectancy

 

whatever you stand to lose

is already lost to your control

let go of whatever it is

you’re holding with tight grip

open the clenched fist

to receive grace with open hand

 

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photo by lynn

ephphatha: be opened

Prayer in “quadrille” form, exactly forty-four words…link to dVerse Poets


 

Open my hands

to receive extravagant grace

Open my ears

to hear shepherd’s voice

Open my eyes

to see beauty of narrow way

Open my mind

to know transforming truth

Open my mouth

to speak words of hope

Open my heart

to love courageously.

 


Jesus spoke “Ephphatha!” to deaf/mute man (see Mark 7:31-37)

grateful

Dedicated to my “sister” friend, Joyce, who recently let go of her mother’s hands…
 
strong women’s hands

shape my life and yours:

grandmas instill faith

aunts stitch laughter

sister friends en-courage

mothers mold hearts.

even if we can no longer

touch those dear hands,

we still hear the voices

of influence cheering us

on like birdsong

in a garden of grace.
 


Invited by Marina to write poem including words important to us/we are thankful for, on the occasion of the 4th anniversary of dVerse Poets

under his wings

 

God covers me

with his gentle hand

like a warm coat

in winter winds.

 

He covers me

with his wide mercy

like a big umbrella

in spring downpour.

 

He covers me

with his tender love

like a bridal tent

in summer sun.

 

He covers me

with his life’s blood

like a full pardon

in fall starkness.

 

He covers me

with his eternal grace

like a safe shelter

in all seasons.

 

“We live under an umbrella of goodness and mercy.”  (Pastor T. on Psalm 23)

“I am my beloved’s and he is mine…his banner over me is love.” (Song of Songs)

 

preapproved

 

thank you, Jesus,

for crediting my debit

account with your

righteous deposit;

paying my bail bond

with forever love that

is more than enough,

adding the generous

interest of God’s mercy

and writing my name

into your will as an

unlikely heiress of our

Father’s kingdom with

free daily benefits of

the Spirit’s gifts plus

an out-of-this-world

retirement plan;

such an offer i’d be

a fool to refuse.

 

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shared with Love Idol movement, based on book (of same title) by Jennifer Dukes Lee

 

 

deluge

 

Maybe God cries 

big tears of sadness

when grey skies rain,

grieving over evil in 

the world muddied by

our prideful rebellion.

 

His beloved children

deceived by the

enemy in snakeskin,

swiftly ushering in

disease and death

spoiling paradise,

stealing happiness.

 

God cries with us 

in our suffering,

pain, regret, loss.

Our Father’s tears

mingle with our own

to bring release

and comfort for our

souls’ grey sorrows.

 

Yet weather’s tears

cannot clean

the dark stains 

of hands and hearts

steeped in sin.

Only the pure blood

of His Son, our brother,

can wash all guilt away

in flood of grace.

 

 

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