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

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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.

Beyond the Transparent Glass

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Sitting near the sunlit window

With wondrous eyes and pointed nose;

Watching golden autumn leaves

Float and twirl in the breeze.

Oh to touch and grasp a leaf.

To smell and taste; is it sour or sweet?

Reaching with a curious paw

Only to meet the smooth pane and that is all.

Looking wistful and a bit downcast

At being thwarted by the transparent glass.

Continuing to stare into the sunshine’s haze

With a quiet and yearning gaze.

And with paw on window remaining at rest

Still hoping to reach further yet

Beyond that barrier of transparent glass

to touch a fluttering leaf at last.

Writing 101 Day 5: Where is My Home?

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I am a quiet wanderer walking alone;

Each new day I seem to follow the same lonely road.

I arise from bed and journey through the day

Working and resting along the way.

Some days are predictable and I know just what to do

While others present obstacles and I barely pass through.

Some mornings are full of warm temps and a bright shining sun

While others are filled with storms and never just one.

For through life I meet tempests of many kinds;

Some are outside while others linger and rage in my mind.

One of the battles that wrestles inside of me

Is finding my home; where in life I am meant to be.

For I have moved and wandered from one place to another

And I stop for a while hoping I’ve found what I was searching for.

But in every place I stay, it is the same wherever I go;

I live this quiet life whether it be sunshine, rain, or snow.

For I fall into the same rut and habits of life

Hoping that somehow things will be different this time.

And there are wondrous moments where wider I open my eyes

To see that my loving God has in store a delightful surprise.

Such as following a new path beneath the warm sun

Or a sudden encounter with an old friend.

Climbing to the top of a mountain peak

And viewing a new, breathtaking scene.

Also hearing a new message from my Lord

While pausing to read and reflect on his word.

Although there are some hardships but that’s nothing new

For everyone who loves the Lord faces hard trials too.

And that is the time to believe and trust in God some more

Knowing that our faith in him will become even stronger.

And now through quiet prayer and thinking, God has revealed to me

My true home is whenever I am with him and can quietly be.