Sun has risen, day
Quickly descends. Must rise: not
let it slip unseen.
Becky’s Haiku: Quick and Slip
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In the Beginning…
In the beginning, the sun arose in the wintry sky;
as the day brightened, it chased away the deep
dark hours of the lingering night.
In the beginning, the new fallen snow sparkled
beneath the gleaming sunlight
as if glittering diamonds were
scattered on the frozen white surface.
And soon a lone hare and a squirrel
hopped and scampered about
creating crisscrossing paths
across the white barren land.
In the beginning the oaks, the elms,
and the maple trees,
stripped bare of their garments
of resin-scented autumn leaves,
stood guard over this silent scene
where, in the end, there remains
a gentle quietness across the drifts
of whiteness gleam.
In the beginning a searching
journey starts from a wistful
heart and leads the soul to a
place of restful peace.
PRESSING FORWARD
Pray in the morning and in the quiet interludes of the day;
Release to God all your cares and your worries along the way.
Enter and remain in God’s holy presence
Surrounded by his unchanging love and
Saturated with his all amazing grace.
Internal struggles that only he understands,
Now alleviated by his unseen yet compassionate hand.
Goodness and mercies, he has kept in store
Filter softly down in a warm sunlit shower.
Open heart and open mind to hear his word
Remembering he is God: Jesus is Savior and Lord
Who abides in you and promises to forever stay.
Advance and step now into the unknown future of this day
Remembering and trusting in him as you go;
Doubting never that God is everlastingly faithful.
Proverbs 3:5-6 (Holy Bible English Standard Version):
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean
on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge
him and he will make straight your paths.”
Becky’s Haiku: Press and Touch
I pressed onward and
reached up high: I had hoped to
touch the vaulting sky.
Another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “press” and “touch”. If you like word challenges and haiku’s, then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link and have fun: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
Becky’s Haiku: Magic and Hope
New day dawns; morning
bright sun. Like magic, hope stirs
to waken the soul.
Another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “magic” and “hope”. If you like word challenges and haiku’s, then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link and have fun: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
ABC Poem: Winter
Arctic blast of frigid air
Blustery winds; days no longer warm and fair.
Carpet of white blankets the ground;
Descending showers of flakes cascading down.
Elegant snow-laced branches sprout from the bare trees;
Forest now stripped of its lavish autumnal canopy
Grass once green as an emerald jewel
Hidden and withered by winter’s abrupt arrival.
Icicles droop, lengthen and stretch
Jutting downward from the roof’s shingled ledge.
Kelly green leaves no longer seen; absent also
Lemon-tinted foliage with hues of maroon, and burnt amber gold.
Moon, bright and full, keeps watch over the barren land;
Night time sky filled with glistening stars vibrant and grand.
Overlooking the strangely quiet cluster of leafless trees,
Pines tower proudly upward, resolute as ever.
Quiver, they may in the wintry wind’s brutal wake
Resisting the icy claws of the lashing breeze;
Still yet clinging to their needles of jaded green.
Tinted vaulting canvas of heavenly blue basks
Underneath the cold sunlight’s downward view.
Virgin, untouched snowdrifts like perfectly shaped sculptures;
White-capped fields covered with unblemished designs in nature.
Exhilaration and delight capture the
Young at heart and old alike with
Zeal and wonder of winter’s pristine presence
amidst the frigid arctic season.
Becky’s Haiku: Nightmare and Horror
Nightmare of a deep
freeze: we’ve been forewarned! To my
horror, it had come.
Sixteen below but
that isn’t all; the wind chill
makes it colder still.
Another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “nightmare” and “horror”. If you like word challenges and haiku’s, then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link and have fun: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
The Quiet Gift
The commotion of the day
gently ebbs away
into the twilight eve and
descending darkness.
No more worries or
dilemmas to solve.
No more demands to meet
or deadlines to defeat.
No more explanations of why
or expectations you tried so
hard to satisfy.
Just a sweet time to
be with the Lord;
remembering his gentle word
to be still and quietly rest.
A time of thoughtful reflection
Of that day’s direction.
A time to overcome disappointment,
pain, and tears of sorrow
with renewed hope for tomorrow.
By sleeping beneath the Lord’s
silent yet comforting hand
until the sun rises again;
the gift of peace and quietness.
Freku: CHRISTMASTIME
Christians near and far
Herald the birth of our Lord;
Remembering the singing angels,
Immanuel laying in a manger;
Starry, most holy night.
Traveling wise men also came
Many miles beneath the guiding star
Across the desert mountains and the plains;
Seeing at last this most holy sight.
Tending shepherds watched
In reverent wonder and awe,
Mary and Joseph quieting kneeling;
Eternal king and savior peacefully sleeping
while bringing us his goodness and light.
Remembering the
Savior’s birth who brought us hope
and peace here on earth.
Merry Christmas to all!!
Becky’s Haiku: Sunset
Sunset flare sits like
Heaven’s flame on the prairie
In a cloudy stream.
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