Becky’s Pantoum: Sunlight on the Horizon
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Lesson in the Wind
Wind whistling with the
waltzing trees, lofty whispers:
eerie to perceive.
Trees swirl in rhythmic
flair as sound of the wind’s whirl
pierce the heart and air.
How the wind has such
temper to serenade us
with woeful banter.
During storms at night,
how I lay in silent fear waiting
to see morning light.
Wild shadows outside
my window unnerves me as
wind shrieks, howls, and blows.
Nothing to do in
the darkness but to be still
and quietly rest.
It’s my decision
to trust in the Lord’s plan and his
promised provision.
Or to lament and
fret instead as I cringe with
worry on my bed.
The fierce wind, though, is
a reminder of things in
life I can’t control;
need to trust in faith
to let Jesus lead the way
and gently let go.
In the Beginning…
In the beginning, the sun arose in the wintry sky;
as the day brightened, it chased away the deep
dark hours of the lingering night.
In the beginning, the new fallen snow sparkled
beneath the gleaming sunlight
as if glittering diamonds were
scattered on the frozen white surface.
And soon a lone hare and a squirrel
hopped and scampered about
creating crisscrossing paths
across the white barren land.
In the beginning the oaks, the elms,
and the maple trees,
stripped bare of their garments
of resin-scented autumn leaves,
stood guard over this silent scene
where, in the end, there remains
a gentle quietness across the drifts
of whiteness gleam.
In the beginning a searching
journey starts from a wistful
heart and leads the soul to a
place of restful peace.
ABC Poem: Autumn
Autumn, aromatically sweet
Before the arrival of a blustery winter scene.
Crowning of billowing trees,
Decorated and adorned,
Emerge in vibrant, resin-scented leaves.
Foliage overhead of lemon,
Green, mango-orange, and shades of gold.
Hovering sphere of light
In the deep sea-blue sky
Journeys from dawn to the arrival of dusk;
Kaleidoscope of sunlight brilliance
Luminating the marbled planet while
Marching on in measured time from
New moon to full moon and from
Onset of each new year and new season; its’
Pathway determined in ancient times.
Quivering rays of stretching sunbeams
Reach the autumn forest filled with
Swaying boughs of leaf-laden trees;
Translucent rays brightly display
Unified and blended scene
Vivid in rich hues of harmony
While the cooler wind softly blows.
X-ray vision silently reveals
Yellow, orange, and green veins hidden in minute
Zig-zag stripes in the cluster of autumn leaves
Now gently falling and floating in the
Softly flowing breeze.
A Beam of Sunlight
I awoke early one grayish morn
And gazed into a cloudy haze,
“Oh no! rain was threatening to dampen
This start of a brand new day.”
But as I journeyed beneath the
Dreariness of the billowy sky,
I did by chance took a glance at
An opening that appeared on high.
Where the misty barrier of clouds
Did suddenly separate
Allowing a hint of sunlight to
transport down and penetrate
Through the filmy atmosphere
And rest upon the quiet land;
As if a brilliant white sunbeam was
Just cast down from heaven.
To uplift with a sense of hope
In the hearts of all who know
That the Lord from far above
Is watching over and showing us his love.
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.
Becky’s Freku: Though the Path be Dark Today
In the cloud-filled, dreariness of this day,
While the sunlight be dim along the way,
With Jesus I can still walk in faith
Though the path be dark today.
Although troubles brew and haunt my soul
And I feel empty and lacking a life purpose or goal,
With Jesus I can still walk by faith
Though the path be dark today.
As the rain drizzles outside
And in my house I just want to hide,
With Jesus I can still walk by faith
Though the path be dark today.
Even as I awake in clouds of doubt
Wondering what my life is really about,
With Jesus I can still walk by faith
Though the path be dark today.
As I gingerly step outside in fear
Wondering what new obstacles may appear,
With Jesus I can still walk by faith
Though the path be dark today.
Believing the sun will shine again
Evaporating the clouds and drizzling rain,
With Jesus I can still walk by faith
Though the path be dark today.
Choosing to trust that he is my light
Who helps me to see in the darkest night,
With Jesus I can still walk by faith
Though the path be dark today.
Yeah! With Jesus, I
still walk by faith though my path
is darkened today.
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.
Poetry 201 Day 3: Skin, Prose Poem, and Internal Rhyme
A Day in the Sun
Skin; that external organ which covers my entire human body; it cleverly contains some small openings so that I can hear, taste, smell, and see. My skin is pale white and even paler under florescent light. How I sometimes do wish, I wasn’t as white as a fish. Certainly more sunshine would be good for me. Stay outdoors a little more during those sunlit hours and soak more of that sunshine into me; and let it cover my head to my feet. On a bright and beautiful day with the sunlight brightening the way, I did try to take some extra time and venture more outside. I wandered along the county road passing houses, a church, and the new high school. I traveled to a nearby gym, walked on a track, pedaled on an exercise bike, and considered taking a swim. Then I wandered back outside. Back into the glistening and warm sunlight which has brightened the sea blue sky. Deep inside I rejoiced as I felt gladness at this choice of spending this day outside being exposed to nature and the soothing sunshine. I traveled along the road again at a leisurely pace and not really wanting my journey to end; there is no need to race. I heard the wind in the swaying trees and my bare skin was tantalized by the softly flowing breeze. In the spring if I am lucky enough, I might pass by a lilac bush, and oh how its aroma gives my senses such a rush. With the soft touch, my exposed skin feels the flower’s velvety coolness. Happily I tarried along the way not wanting to miss the warmth of this day. For the sun’s reaching, transparent beams have engulfed my arms, my legs, and all of my bare skin from my head to my feet. Feeling satisfied and pleased, I think to myself, “how, I have had some warm sunshine covering me, and soon I’ll have a fine tan: I can’t wait to see.” But lo, oh no that is not what I see. I looked into the mirror and much to my shock and horror; I am now as red as can be with my sunburned skin peeling most embarrassingly. Oh, woe is me!
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