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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.

Listening to the Night

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Chirping choir of crickets sounding

As the thickening darkness surrounds me

A soft and gentle breeze blows

Brushing my arms, cheeks and nose

A lone owl hoots in the night;

Somewhere beneath the faint moon light.

Increasing wind swishes and sways in the trees;

A rhythmic lullaby like a lapping, churning sea.

Zigzag flashes of dancing bright lightening

Trail across the black distant horizon

Soon peals of crashing thunder is heard

Creeping ever nearer and nearer

Raindrops patter and strum

In a steady, staccato hum

Finally, the beating rain slowly recedes

As morning arrives softly caressing the scene.

Sunlight at First Sight

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When I originally wrote this poem, I actually wrote it in response to a daily post prompt at

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/first-sight/

When given this prompt, I actually sat there looking at a blank paper and then I thought about seeing the sunlight first thing in the morning and then these words came to me:

 

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I awoke one quiet morn and saw vivid sunlight

gleaming through my window shade.

I then caught a glimpse of a brightened blue sky;

The beginning of a warm and glorious day.

With quiet and soothing contentment, I

Relaxed letting the stream of light fill my inner being

Chasing away the dreary darkness that

Tries to capture and keep hold of me.

That dreadful, chilling and evil darkness

Tries to chain my spirit; the depth of my soul

Along with my contemplative mind and thoughts

To a hidden place where hopelessness grows.

But alas the blackness of night is over and so

For another day the dreaded darkness has gone.

How welcoming to see that glowing burst

Of sunlight with the sweet chorus of birdsong.

Now with the sunlight quenching my thirsty soul

And filtering through this quiet day of my life,

I arise in anticipation as I wonder what other

Gentle blessings will I see before the return of night?

Saturday’s Journey

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I awoke to a quiet Saturday morning with sunlight glistening across the bluish horizon;

The tranquil sky resembles a sea tinted lake minus the ripples drifting across its’ face.

Such loneliness without human company but I needed with the Lord to just quietly be.

An opportunity with no urgent tasks to complete nor with busy people do I need to meet.

This is a treasured time when I can silently hide and with my Lord quietly confide.

I utter with mild consternation, “Lord, I need your help; to write I need some inspiration.”

I take a quiet stroll through this small town while the sun, perching high, still brightly shone.

A cool, brisk breeze is softly blowing and warning of showers that later will be coming.

Beginning of spring is thankfully seen as the grass is turning emerald green

Yet leafless trees remain wintry bare beneath the sunlight’s softened glare.

Enjoying this quiet and brief retreat, I travel alone as if the world was still asleep.

 Stricken with hard times in this tiny town, merchants have come and gone.

 The hardware store is boarded up and old houses, including mine are in need of fixing up.

But alas, God seems to gently say, “Don’t worry about that; just be glad you’re with me today.”

 So, I ramble along  the empty streets of town and reaching the road’s end I turn around.

  Continuing in my deep and inward contemplation I slowly journey homeward again.

 And behold, dark gray clouds are quickly rolling in so I sigh knowing it would soon rain.

I pass by the old clinic and grocery store; now lifeless, brick relics from many years before.

 A car rumbles along here and there. Though turning gloomy this day had been fine and fair.

Arriving at my destination, I am back home to remain safely inside from the pending rain.

Sitting to record this reminiscing poem, I remember God is with me; I’m never really alone.

Morning Light

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As the new bright day is dawning and the first rays of sunlight filter in,

the Lord lovingly and gently awakens me.

My eyes slowly open and as watchful consciousness alerts my thoughts and soul,

I turn to look out the glass pane to to quietly and even wistfully see.

The leafy trees are a pale shade of green and the sky a gentle hue of blue.

Everything glistens beneath the sun’s transparent rays and the morning dew.

Now my soul is filled with earnest contentment of the simple and gentle beginning

so I arise with my thoughts on the Lord and with quiet anticipation.

In a gentle voiced prayer, i answer, “Thank you, Lord for showering me

with your sunshine and your sweet love today and

thank you Lord for your faithfulness in staying with me through this

gentle, sunlit day.