Becky’s Pantoum: Sunlight on the Horizon
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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.
By the Bay
Water lapped in tranquil, glassy waves
Emitting a sense of peace, stillness, and grace.
Sunlight brilliantly streamed
In white translucent sheets
Between clouds of tinted gray
While brightening the horizon across the bay.
Occasional sailboats and a lone ferry
I perceived gliding upon the softly swaying sea
Of gently rolling waves
As I rode by on the late evening train.
Lapping swells appeared to try
To reach upward and touch the sky.
As if to join and be a larger part
Of this vast and endless universe.
The small sea attempted to rise and grasp heaven
unite with the borderless ocean.
But lo, an intruding mass of land
Firmly obstructed the small sea’s determined path
To rise up and stretch further still
Or to weave around the intruding hill.
So this small and gentle sea
Learned contentment and just to be
Satisfied in its’ uniquely assigned place
Lapping quietly in this crystal blue bay.
In the Midst of my Storm
When I awake upon a wintry morn
Where the temp is plummeting down
And the north wind creeps and swirls around,
Jesus is with me in the midst of my storm.
When I encounter a very long day
Where challenging tasks fill my pathway
And I work on each one by one
Jesus is with me in the midst of my storm.
When I encounter criticism and dislike
While I travel through this earthly life
And I strive to patiently overcome
Jesus is with me in the midst of my storm.
And when the sun has set and fallen
Beneath the dark and distant horizon
And the long sleepless night has begun,
Jesus with me in the midst of my storm.
And on each new day there is heavenly hope
When I read God’s word with a futuristic scope
And the worldly distractions have lessened some
Jesus continues to stay with me when I find a place of
Peace in the midst of the storm.
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 G? Oh, That's Me! 