Sea of life raging
Tidal waves rising,
Over and around me;
Remembering Jesus, my Savior,
My friend and shield will never abandon me.
Slowly breathe in the fragrance
Of sweet peace in quiet stillness,
The spring scent of a lilac bush, and the
blossoms of new leaves in the forest.
Slowly breathe in the pungent
Aroma of the misty air
Stirred by the shower of rain
In the storm with white lightning glare.
Slowly breathe in the sunlit
Dawn of a fresh new day
Permeated with rays of hope
Chasing doubt and darkness away.
Slowly breathe in the wonder of
God’s never-ending love
Surrounding you in a soft blanket
Sprinkled sun drops of blessings from above.
Slowly breathe in…
Like a dragon roar,
The uninvited storm then
Thundered through the door.
I have just attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “dragon” and “invite”. I am enjoying the challenge of putting different and even opposite words in such a short poem. If you like challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
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.
Wintery Shape in the Snowscape
YOU KNOW IT’S
YOU LOOK OUTSIDE
AND SEE THE SNOW. AS SNOW
FLURRIES FLUTTER AROUND AND
DRIFT ON DOWN ALL TOO SOON COVER
THE GROUND. SNOW, SNOW, AND
MORE SNOW! STARTING IN NO
VEMBER OR DECEMBER,
THAT IS THE WAY THE WEATHER
WILL GO; SNOW, SNOW, AND MORE
SNOW. AND THAT SCENE OF EVER WHITE
SNOWFALL IS SIMPLY NOT ALL; FOR ALONG
WITH THAT SNOW WILL COME WINTER STORMS
AND BITTER, FRIGID COLD. THOSE DAYS, WEEKS,
AND MONTHS OF SNOW AND WINTRY COLD
CAN SEEM TO GO ON AND ON. EVEN SO,
ON CLEAR DAYS WHEN UPWARD
YOU GAZE YOU MAY SEE THE
SKY IS A BRILLIANT HUE
OF VIVID BLUE BENEATH THE GLOWING EYE OF THE SUN.BUT THEN STILL ALL THAT PURE WHITE SNOW AND MORE SNOW UNTIL WHITE IS THE ONLY COLOR YOU KNOW. EVEN STILL WINTER DOES HAVE ITS’ THRILLS WITH SNOWSHOEING, SKIING, AND SLEDDING DOWN HILL.AND ON A BLUSTERY COLD AND SNOWY DAY YOU JUST MAY CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY ALONG THE WAY WHEN YOU SPY IN THE SKY AN UNUSUAL VIEW OF AN ARCHING SUNDOG OF A VIBRANT ORANGE HUE. IT IS A WINTER RAINBOW; A SIGN OF HOPE JUST FOR YOU.THEN BACK TO THE SNOW, SNOW, AND MORE SNOW! OH THAT SNOW NEVER SEEMS TO QUITE END UNTIL FINALLY COMES WELCOMED SIGNS OF SPRING.
I awoke to find a streaming sunlit sky
While shaking off the remnants of a dream.
The sun was already climbing way up high
In the atmosphere as blue as a shimmering sea.
After yet another storm and some pelting rain,
The grass was turning a deeper shade of green.
Such a wonder this summer has been
As often by now it is slowly browning.
But that just goes to illustrate that I really don’t know
Or understand changing patterns of the weather;
I might perceive seasons of rain and of snow
But cannot foretell the days of this summer.
But all I can do is be content and gladly pray,
“Thank you God, for yet another beautiful day.”
Christmas with the Family
How I remember a number of years ago
When for Christmas I was so determined to go home.
Of my siblings, I lived the furthest away
And had the longest trip to come home for Christmas Day.
As time drew near for me to make the long drive
I kept an eye on the pending weather outside.
With relief I saw the ground and roads looked clear
With no hint of a snowstorm to fear.
Then the phone rang; it was my loving but worried mom
Telling me it was snowing there and to not venture out; to not come.
“But the weather looks fine here and I’m already packed to go.
I will be alright,” I told her, “for here there isn’t any storm or snow.”
Then my brother jumped on the phone
And spoke in a sterner tone,
“Don’t come,” he warned, “for it is snowing like blazes here.”
“Well, I’m still coming,” I retorted, “for it is not snowing here.”
I was so determined to go home
And not spend this Christmas all alone.
I jumped in my car and sped on my way;
I was determined to be with family on Christmas Day.
I traveled the first half of my journey
With no troubles and no worries.
The roads were fine and clear
I felt I had nothing to fear.
But soon, just as I was warned,
I had finally caught up to the storm.
Roads became slick as snow dotted the ground.
Becoming concerned, I carefully slowed down.
With each city and town I traveled to,
The journey was more treacherous as I drove through.
I crossed the state line from Minnesota into Wisconsin;
Now my trek was two-thirds done.
Cautiously I had crossed the Mississippi River
While praying for God to guide me in this wintry weather.
Much to my dismay, the road conditions were worsening
As I slowed even more at each turn and each road crossing.
Finally, I was in the last leg with just one more town to go
And then soon I would be with family and safe at home.
But oh my, oh my, what a blinding surprise
Met my weary and strained eyes.
Now the road was so covered in thick snow
That I no longer could see where to go.
I sighed and teared and desperately prayed
For God to keep guiding me and showing the way.
Boldly, yet cautiously I followed by memory
Keeping track of the familiar landmarks that I could see.
I’d recognize a house, a barn, or a line of trees
And recall where the road used to be.
No one else was traveling on the road
I was on this journey feeling all alone.
Carefully, cautiously I continued on
Not letting my eyes become distracted for long.
I needed to keep my focus on the unseen road
Or else I would be lost and stuck in the mounting snow.
Somehow, God was there steadily leading me
And calming me with his quiet company.
I reached the last town, quiet and still
No one was around as a chilly silence there prevailed.
Sort of a creepy feeling with no one in sight
But I knew everyone was staying warm inside.
Finally, I reached the last road leading to the old farm
And soon pulled into the driveway facing the old red barn.
Most of the family was gathered on the porch
Greeting each other and elated beyond words.
For through the storm we all had come
And now were together and safe at home.
My sister-in-law was first to warmly greet,
“how are you?” as she held the door for me.
“Hooray, she’s here,” my young niece jumped,
“Now we can play ‘Leopard Hunt’.”
We enjoyed a savory celebration feast
And then gathered around the Christmas tree.
The gifts and the tearing wrapping paper are a blur to me
But what I recall the most is the love of family.
Later, my mother sat in her chair all alone
And not forgetting all that God has done.
She knew the story of Jesus’ miraculous birth
To show God’s love to us all on earth.
But now, she replied quietly to me,
“God was here; don’t you think, don’t you see?
He indeed gave us another miracle today
When he brought you home safe for Christmas Day.”
Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone. ~ Colossians 4:6
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