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Becky’s Haiku: The Storm Within

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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.

Writing 101 Day 20: Treasure

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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.

 

Writing 101 Day 18: Point of View

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A Rainy Day Point of View

I awoke one morning to a very gloomy day.

The day before was a nightmare as new troubles came my way.

Filled with new fears and a heaping dose of worry

I absentmindedly gazed at the blurry scenery.

The sky had clouded over in a dark and grayish hue

Which did not help to improve my downcast point of view.

Like the wind blowing and the rain raining on and on

It seemed my new troubles were like hurdles with no end.

I’d just limp over one obstacle while lacking energy and fine grace

Only to meet two more barriers mushrooming in its place.

Somehow I latched onto my faith and kept holding on

As I struggled and stumbled all that day long.

People were kind and very helpful too

Guiding me through the steps I needed to go through.

Even when I don’t realize it, God is always so good that way;

I just lacked the faith I needed to see him that day.

So, I needed to choose to patiently endure this quiet, dreary morning

Which continued in gloom through the day and into the evening.

I needed to choose to trust God when I pray

That step by step he will gladly show me the way.

And sure enough when my spirits most needed a lift,

The Lord delivered a new and beautiful day as his gift.

I took note of this brand new day not letting it go to waste.

I hurried outside to enjoy a long walk beneath the sun’s warm and smiling face.

I walked along a new trail where I’ve never been

And heard the sweetest birdsongs in the whispering wind.

I journeyed along savoring every moment

And smelled the lilac bushes which lined the pavement.

The sky is a vivid blue and the grass an emerald green,

OH how the Lord was reaching to comfort me.

Soon I had come home again, my day’s journey now complete

As I had found new resting peace for my soul, my mind, and wandering feet.

But I know my life journey is continuing on as I awake each new day

For always there is a new road to travel along life’s way.

There will be days of sun and there will be rainy days of worry and gloom

But that worry does not need to be my set, my permanent, point of view.

Like a flooding sunrise, the Lord supplies each day with new hope in my heart

That somehow all will be okay as God promises to never leave me, to never depart.

In Honor of my Mother on Mother’s Day

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If my mom was alive and still walking on this earth, I would be spending this very special day with her. But she is now walking with Jesus in the beautiful gardens of heaven; she is alive and well there and one day I will see her again. So today in honor and in memory of her, I am reposting this poem:

My Mother’s Beautiful Hands

I always remember many cold and wintry nights

 when in a house warm with love, a scene of beauty met my sight;

 My mother sitting so content and so quietly working with her hands.

 An object was forming, a colorful thing which at first I do not understand.

 As her mysterious creation grew and took shape, I knew what it was to be.

 Sometimes a blanket, quilt or doll; perhaps slippers or ornaments for the Christmas tree.

 When finished she gently wraps the gift with care and at the chosen time,

 the treasured gift is given and her deep love brightly shines, warm and genuine.

 Where else could I find such a tender love? Where else would I go?

 Except to my mother’s side, whose warm love could melt a mountain of snow.

 So over the years I kept going home to see my  mom and a gift I did not understand

 being created by her with love and with her warm, gentle, and beautiful hands.

Becky’s Haiku: Source and Thought

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Source of Hope eludes

Me when my thoughts are stuck in

Dark futility.

I have just attempted another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “source” and “thought”. 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/