Tag Archives: night

In a Whisper of Faith

In a whisper of faith, God calms the raging storms.

In a whisper of faith, God diffuses the troubles of life;

In a whisper of faith, God instills peace amidst the strife.

In a whisper…

In a whisper of faith, God shields me from the searing heat.

In a whisper of faith, God is in the wind sifting through the trees;

In a whisper of faith, God surrounds me in a cool, gentle breeze.

In a whisper…

In a whisper of faith, God protects me from the frigid, wintry cold.

In a whisper of faith, God wipes away my tears in the deep, dark night;

In a whisper of faith, God watches over me until the dawn of morning light.

In a whisper…

Becky’s Rondel: One Moonlit Night

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I peered into the moonlit sky one night

Which was not black but rather a metallic blue;

In that sea of a rich royal hue

The full moon displayed a brilliant light.

As if to outshine the sun’s blazing and vibrant daylight

That over the hours of day since ancient times has ruled.

As if in an unannounced contest to see whose best or right

Therefore shine gloriously it did that perfect orbed moon.

The fine moon dust paraded in vivid sheer white

Against the curtain of deep midnight blue

Glowing brightly over the land in deep darkness subdued

While surrounded by a host of minute starry lights.

Perhaps one day that cratered sphere will discover in the quiet lull of night

Peaceful contentment to reside in its dim and softer hue.

GIFT OF THE SUNSET

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Gently, softly, this day concludes

In twilight’s glowing interlude.

Future endeavors laid to rest;

Tomorrow will appear soon enough.

Over the mountains and sea, the sun has journeyed;

Finally resting upon the windswept prairie.

Thankfulness fills the mind and heart;

Happy contentment it does impart.

Every blessing today received;

Sent from the Lord who watches and sees.

Under the canopy of a pink streaked sky,

Nestles the sun on the brink of encroaching night;

Seeping  lower, dipping down.

Evening soon clouds the darkened horizon.

Time to rest while wrapped in the cloak of deep night

Knowing the sun will dawn at morning’s light.

WHISPERED HOPE

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Wind whistling through the trees;

Honeysuckle waves in the breeze.

Invisible birdsong filters the air;

Sunshine warmth makes the day fair.

Pine trees, ever green, punctuate the horizon;

Ear tingling croaks and chirps chime in.

Reddish glowing sunset;

Evening fireflies flutter and rest.

Day gently fades to darkened night;

Heavens glisten with twinkling starry lights.

Overhead the full moon dimly glows;

Peace and quiet reign beneath its shadow.

Even in the deepest and darkest night,

May the flame of hope in our soul

Be a shimmering, radiant light.

Becky’s Haiku: Midnight Flash Dance

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As lightning flashed across the dark sky,

It danced eerily in the night.

I have just attempted another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “flash” and “dance”.  It is a very enjoyable challenge to try to fit two assigned words into a very short poem and it make sense.  If you like challenges and haiku poetry then I invite you to also accept his latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/

In the Midst of Night

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In the midst of night

Snow drifted softly down;

It swirled and blanketed

The once bare ground.

In the midst of night

The north wind emitted a chilly breeze

Which swished and swept through

The stillness and the forest of trees.

In the midst of night

Dark clouds gathered on the horizon

Effectively obscuring the deep sky

And masking the distant starry vision.

In the midst of night

I slept unworried and not knowing

That outside my home frigid winter had

Returned as it was steadily snowing.

 

Descending Darkness

Today, I learned about a new type of poem called a Freku.  This style of poetry includes a free verse poem which is then summarized at the end with a haiku. This is my first try at such a poem. Hope you enjoy reading it. 

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Darkness descends once again

Signaling the beginning

Of a long wintry night

Where the sun has dipped below

The distant and shrouded horizon

Slipping silently out of sight.

Oh that frigid winter is still coming

As its annual arrival is a calculated certainty

When the temps keep steadily falling

To zero degrees and below; so I think, “Woe is me.”

For blessed warmth I then dive

Beneath my layered bedding

Trying to stay warm and alive

When I begin to feel the drafting

Breeze seeping its way in.

So underneath my cavern of blankets

I then rest, think, and pray

As I quietly wonder and

Silently contemplate.

The darkness surrounds me

Like a thick shroud;

It wraps and securely

Hold me in its gripping mouth.

No flicker of light

Can I perceive

In this deep darkness

Which keeps hold of me.

I strain to vainly hear

With my dull ear, a slight

Sound; a hint of a whisper.

But no such tone reaches me;

I resolve to remain content in quiet peace

Knowing full well that the darkness will fade

Revealing a new and sun bright day.

For now though, I will settle in

Closing my eyes in a gentle sleep;

Safely tucked in for the night and

Hoping to have a sweet and pleasant dream.

As the deep darkness

Descends, I rest and hope to

Have a pleasant dream.