Tag Archives: darkness

At First

At first, the sun ascended the winter sky.

the day then declared, banishing the dark;

the deep hours of persistent night.

At first, the new snow fallen sparkled

under the light of the shining sun

as if brilliant diamonds were

dispersed in the white frozen surface.

And soon a solitary hare and a squirrel

jumped and ran about on a

creation of ways that interweave

across the ice-crusted pale ground.

At first the oaks, the elm trees,

and the trees of maple,

removed bare of their clothes,

their perfumed autumn garments of resin,

stood resolute to guard this silent scene

where, in the end, there remains

a soft calmness across the ghostly drifts

of twinkled whiteness.

At first a search in the quiet mind:

the trip begins of the thoughtful one

where the heart leads the soul to a

place of relaxing peace.

Becky’s Pantoum: Upon the Fringe of Deep Black Night


Upon the fringe of deep black night

The sky remained a vast ocean of blue;

The perfect sphered moon shone its’ light

Casting a faint and ghostly hue.

The sky remained a vast ocean of blue

While a lone ship sailed the silent sea

Casting a faint and ghostly hue

On the lapping waves so deep.

While a lone ship sailed the silent sea

Searching for its faraway home;

On the lapping waves so deep

Voyaging onward all alone.

Searching for its faraway home

Beneath the canopy of darkness stretching on;

Voyaging onward all alone

Yet somehow hoping to perceive the distant sun.

Beneath the canopy of darkness stretching on

The perfect sphered moon shone its’ light;

Yet somehow hoping to perceive the distant sun

Upon the fringe of deep black night.

Wishful Thinking


Days filled with clouds and

Nights with rain; how I wish to

See the radiant sunshine again.

The vast sky is continually

Wrapped in foreboding dark gray

Through the night and lasting all day.

A break in the clouds

Would be a cheerful sight; oh

To view again the glowing sunlight

Lifting and softly dawning

Upon the tree-lined horizon.

And to embrace again the warmth

Of the orange tinted orb in the morning dawn

While it strokes and dries the rain soaked land.

But must be patient and quietly believe

 That again I’ll watch the flaming sun rise

As it journeys over the land and sea

Caressing the world in its warmth

Again as it gently evaporates

 The dwindling mist and rain.

God’s blessings are often that

Way; like soothing rays of hope that

Softly brighten a dark and cloudy day.

So perhaps I will see a hint of sunshine

While I travel through another day

And perceive a glowing ray of hope

To softly brighten my pathway.

The Need to Weep


Sometimes in life there is a need

To bitterly mourn and grieve

Or to quietly, even silently weep.

As not each and every day

Is a time to joyously celebrate

Or participate in a festive holiday.

For there are moments in life

As in the morning we arise

We are met with shock and strife.

Over a sudden and jarring event

That leaves us with inward discontent

And in a state of hurt and bewilderment.

Such as the loss of a dear loved one

Or that of our most faithful friend

And instantly we know, life will never be the same.

Also too we sometimes suddenly lose

All we have and the world we once knew

And our hearts cannot help feeling heavy and blue.

Suddenly the world before our eyes

Had changed too fast and so we sigh

Wondering about this changed new life.

“Now what is going to happen to me?

And how will this new and altered life be?

I need help to understand and see.”

Days pass by like a blurring parade;

Sometimes I awake feeling brave

But often I am very afraid.

Night time can be hardest of all

As I lay in bed as darkness falls

Feeling all alone with no one to call.

But somewhere inside is a deep desire

To rise again triumphant over the fire;

The flames of trouble and sticky quagmire.

Where I know I felt utterly trapped

By the dark side which need not last

As one bright day all will be in the past.

Time to rise up ever so victoriously

And choose to live in faith and believe

Good days are still ahead stretching into eternity.

So on this though gloomy and dreary day

I will arise and to the Lord will pray,

“Thank you Lord for helping me along the way.”

For it is he who guides my heart and my mind;

Showing me his grace time after time

Through showers of love and mercy intertwined.

That doesn’t mean life will be perfectly sweet;

There will be difficult days and troubled sleep

And that need to bitterly and quietly weep.

Then I remember Jesus is there when down I fall;

He is with me when the darkness swallows all

And will never leave until we stand again triumphant after all.

Writing 201 Day 6: Face, Found Poetry, and Chiasmus


 Hidden Face

In fear of being singled out,

Teased and hurt all over again,

She keeps herself safely hidden.

She felt the need to hide her face

As if in some buried disgrace.

For in memory she is still haunted

With visions of being ridiculed and taunted

During her long ago school days

Where she would fall in a familiar maze

Of classrooms, corridors, and hallways.

She often fretted and wondered

Which unkind classmate was around the next corner?

So, even today she fears that same stabbing rejection

Although longing deeply for one true friend,

She remains ever quiet; hardly speaking.

How she has learned to hide her pain

With her solemn and non-committal facial expression;

In the midst of a crowd, she cleverly blends in.

She walks around town with

Her covered head tilted down,

Never looking up, never seeing

The sweet beauty of day or the warmth of the sun.

She misses the rainbow’s arching arm

In the quiet calm after a thundering storm.

She misses the watchful eagle

Sitting high on its rocky pinnacle

And his sudden majestic dive

As he soars through the sky.

He glides over the crystal blue river

Spying a fish swimming like a quiver.

Fear and lack of self-assurance prevent

 Others from seeing her true consonance;

The unique person she is meant to be and her

True personality ever so carefully

 Buried and shielded, so mysteriously.

But oh how she desires and longs to be

A courageous and different person, so free.

But that old foe, Fear, keeps her hemmed within

A deep darkness but soon a light does penetrate in

As one fine noon day, she decides s to be brave

Determining she had a new path; a new trail to blaze.

For it had occurred to her that she indeed had the ultimate choice;

She could remain always sheltered or make known her own voice.

As finally it dawned as she was quiet and reflective

To start thinking differently; a new perspective.

She realized that in the heart of the matter

It was she who kept herself so silently sheltered;

There was no one else but

Just her own timid self

Allowing her being to be trapped

By old recollections of her past

Which robbed her of joy for today

As deep inside, her spirit withered away.

 So she promised with a hint of trepidation,

But also with a note of celebration,

 “I’ll try, I’ll try today!

 to let my face be seen; not hidden.

Oh yes, my hidden face will be seen today.”

One Day, One Hour and One Step at a Time


Lord, sometimes I awake and don’t know

The road to take or what path to follow.

So, I’ll pause and pray in the eerie morning light

Asking you to help me just

to take one day, one, hour, one step at a time.

Sometimes there are hard decisions to make

And so I hold my breath and hesitate

As I contemplate what to do; what is right?

And so I’m asking you to help me Lord just

To take one day, one hour, and one step at a time.

And then as this long day is steadily passing

With a few hurdles appearing on the horizon,

I stop to strain and see the end in sight

Lord please keep on helping me just

To take one day, one hour, and one step at a time.

Lord, my work and my daily tasks are done

So now I am quietly journeying back home.

While I travel in the faint evening twilight,

Please guide the way and help me just

To take one day, one hour, and one step at a time.

Lord, now that I am silently lying in a shroud of darkness,

Your gentle presence keeps my mind at peace and rest.

And even as I sleep wrapped in the blanket of night

Lord, still gently help me to take just

One day, one hour, and one step at a time.

Becky’s Haiku: Bust and Must


To bust a day of

Deep darkness I must choose to

Dwell in God’s goodness.

I have just attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “bust” and “must”. I am enjoying the challenges.  If you like poetry challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept his latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2015/08/10/