How each year I think
Of winter’s end wishing for
The fresh start of spring.
Once again, I have just attempted another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “think” and “fresh”. They are such a fun challenge! If you like poetry and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept his challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2015/05/25/
Forest greenery
Everywhere I see on a
Wisconsin journey
The sun brightly appears after a stormy spell
Letting everyone know that all again is well.
The shrilling wind has lessened its’ churning
While the pelting rain has ceased it’s drumming.
Trees, shrubs, flowers, and everything green
Is bathed in wetness on this summery day in Spring.
A new fresh scent permeates and filters the air;
A welcomed sign that the earth is renewed and fair.
Such a sweet blessing to remember and realize
That the loving Lord is in charge: rain, snow, or sunshine.
And at night when the orange setting sun is dipping low,
He stays in charge of all our nights, our days and every tomorrow.
I lift my eyes to
Search and see a place to gaze
On nature’s beauty.
Guide and teacher of God and his amazing love.
Ever passionately kind to help the sick, the mute, and the blind.
Never forsaking, never forgetting; always loving, always forgiving.
Trustworthy and wise, he softly wipes the tears from our eyes.
Listens with tender care to our silent and unseen prayers
Empathic and understanding while remembering his time of suffering.
Savior of all who have sinned as we are drawn closer to him.
Healer of the broken heart and soul, making us stronger and whole.
Eternally and forever faithful, never leaving or letting us go.
Protective shield through every storm keeping us safe from harm.
Hears and sees our tears; knows all our pains through the years.
Everlasting and loving friend on whom we can always depend.
Rescuer and redeemer who saves us for life forever after.
Deliverer of never ending hope and lasting peace for our souls.
I pitch a prayer to
The Lord who answers in His
Time and by His Word.
I have just attempted another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “pitch” and “time”. If you like poetry and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept his challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/tag/haiku-challenge/
When I hear thunder
And wind, I sometimes fear the
Storm raging within.
For a battle does
Wage inside my soul when doubts
Are nagging me so.
For troubles arise
And not just a few tugging
At me; my heart’s blue.
I lay on my bed with
With tears streaming down as I
Wondered what went wrong.
I try to do what’s right
And show kindness to all but
Still I trip and fall.
So I hide in my
Tiny cocoon not wanting
To leave my small room.
As fear grips and churns
inside, I don’t want to face
the storm just outside.
So I rest hiding
Alone with hands folded tight
As the storm raged on.
Finally I do
Peek out my window in quiet
Hope and gentle peace.
The sky was blue once
Again, you see. The storm was
Gone; God answered me.
The Things I Treasure
Family and lifelong friends
Whose love prevails and never ends.
A vivid blue and warm day
Where glowing sunshine lights the way.
A new path in life; a new road to adventure
And where it might lead I can only wonder.
Sweet melodious birdsong filling the breeze
As the feathered carolers perched in the lofty trees.
Meadows and wildflowers I do adore;
Black-eyed Susans, daisies and more.
Strolling through the forest of towering trees
Oh how Spring gives birth to such emerald beauty.
A quiet, rainy day when I rest inside
Reading and writing to my heart’s delight.
Returning home and walking down memory lane;
Visiting loved ones and close friends.
Walking on the beach and feeling the spray of the sea;
Feeling the sand surround and envelop my bare feet.
Sitting at the park and listening to the whispering wind
Sifting through the branches; softly heard but not seen.
In deep conversation with a close friend
In whom my quiet trust will never end.
Seeing a lemon-tinted sunrise in the early morning
And a glowing orange sunset in the warm evening.
Have the love of Jesus residing in my heart wiping away my sorrows
As he instills hope for today, through the night, and tomorrow.
Green forest hiding
In the city; emerald gem
Waits discovery
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The Journey and Mystery in Writing Poetry
Somewhere along the line while I was still a kid running around on the farm and dashing through the woods, I became this quiet person who liked to sit and just quietly be. And as I reclined I sometimes felt inclined to read or write a bit of poetry. I can’t remember when it exactly started; I remember in school we sometimes had these creative writing courses. Just like reading, writing is an escape into another place of fantasy; whether I write action filled stories or rhyming verses in poetry. Writing is an outlet and creative fun where I can express myself to anyone; a friend, a family member, and strangers too who happened to see what I wrote as on my blog they like to scroll through. I know that what I write about isn’t to everyone’s taste and liking for we all are different in our preferences and our individual life journeys. But writing stories and poetry is wonderful fun with some mystery. For each time I start a new piece, I don’t always know what the ending will be. It is an unseen adventure through the mind where ideas develop influenced by my perceptions and interesting discoveries I might find. My writings are also influenced by my internal and spiritual growth through faith as I draw nearer and nearer to Jesus with each passing day. Other times I am affected by the things in the world I see. I try to focus and learn from others who encourage and inspire me. In any case, as I write along constructing new verses in my head to the tune of an unknown song, I feel like I am on a journey where the end of the path I cannot see. So I keep writing these things in my heart and, at least, I know where my trail of thought had its’ start. So I just keep on scribbling and typing until I find the end where I discover the fitting conclusion to my thoughts; a meaningful ending that I and I hope others appreciate and comprehend.
Setting a Life to Words
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
Developmental Editor | Line Editor
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
Reading fiction with a focus on craft
W.R.I.T.E. Words
Setting a Life to Words
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
Developmental Editor | Line Editor
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
Reading fiction with a focus on craft
W.R.I.T.E. Words
Becky G? Oh, That's Me! 