Becky’s Song: He’s Always Near
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Becky’s Haiku: Sweet and Heart
White daisies sway in
the field; vision sweet touches
the faint heart with peace.
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NEW HOPE
New day gently dawns;
early morning sun rests on the horizon.
Wakes the sleeping songbird;
he gladly sings, chirps, and trills.
Overhead the brightening sun climbs upward
piercing and dispelling the darkness of night.
Ever softly, a seed is planted in the heart
of a downcast soul;
birth of encouragement with
discovery of new hope.
CELEBRATE SPRING
Crystal blue sunlit skies;
Early Easter morning sunrise.
Leaves appearing; hints of emerald green
Enveloping the once barren trees
Branches reaching skyward and wild wood thickets;
Robins strumming, croaking frogs, and chirping crickets.
Aroma of a warm, refreshing rain;
Thunder rumbles occasionally on the horizon.
Evenings stretching into sun-gilded twilight;
Soft shimmering moon hovers in the starry night.
Purple violets dotting the grass-laden meadow;
Rabbits hopping and scampering squirrels
In the forest hidden by leafy boughs,
New fawn and doe quietly wandering about.
Gifts of new life and hope emerging: new treasures
found in the season of Spring.
Lesson in the Wind
Wind whistling with the
waltzing trees, lofty whispers:
eerie to perceive.
Trees swirl in rhythmic
flair as sound of the wind’s whirl
pierce the heart and air.
How the wind has such
temper to serenade us
with woeful banter.
During storms at night,
how I lay in silent fear waiting
to see morning light.
Wild shadows outside
my window unnerves me as
wind shrieks, howls, and blows.
Nothing to do in
the darkness but to be still
and quietly rest.
It’s my decision
to trust in the Lord’s plan and his
promised provision.
Or to lament and
fret instead as I cringe with
worry on my bed.
The fierce wind, though, is
a reminder of things in
life I can’t control;
need to trust in faith
to let Jesus lead the way
and gently let go.
The WINTER Season
Winds blowing from the north and northeast; marching across the prairie sea.
Icicles stretching beneath the cold sunlight to touch the frozen white landscape.
New fallen snow filters the blustery air and blankets the vast land;
Trees stripped bare of their colorful garments of leaves
Ever bravely face now the onslaught of the cutting, frigid breeze.
Reminiscent of seasons past but with hope I remember these
blustery and bone-chilling days will not last.
