Tag Archives: Time

Time’s JOURNEY

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Joy, love, and peace faithfully and patiently pursued;

Overcoming despair while inequality, and every adversity are forever  squelched and overruled.

Undergoing an enlightened transformation of the mind and heart.

Relying on the love and spirit of Christ who promises to never depart.

Never giving up but firmly taking hold of

Enduring and everlasting hope.

Yesterday and each new day gently fade

While graciously paving the way

For that ever hopeful and eternal

Tomorrow.

Becky’s Haiku: Class and Firm

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Mountain pines towered,

Nature’s class of elegance;

Resolute and firm.

In time they’ve weathered

Through storms of wind, snow, and rain

Solid, determined.

They’re a testament

To all who journey and see

Their hidden beauty.

I have just attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “class” and “firm”. I am enjoying the challenge of putting different and even opposite words in such a short poem.  The challenge can be in just determining a suitable topic to bring the words together.  Plenty of times, I have sat here looking at a blank page just trying to think of such a subject. If you like challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept his latest challenge at this link just to see where your own creative mind will take you: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/

 

The Need to Weep

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Sometimes in life there is a need

To bitterly mourn and grieve

Or to quietly, even silently weep.

As not each and every day

Is a time to joyously celebrate

Or participate in a festive holiday.

For there are moments in life

As in the morning we arise

We are met with shock and strife.

Over a sudden and jarring event

That leaves us with inward discontent

And in a state of hurt and bewilderment.

Such as the loss of a dear loved one

Or that of our most faithful friend

And instantly we know, life will never be the same.

Also too we sometimes suddenly lose

All we have and the world we once knew

And our hearts cannot help feeling heavy and blue.

Suddenly the world before our eyes

Had changed too fast and so we sigh

Wondering about this changed new life.

“Now what is going to happen to me?

And how will this new and altered life be?

I need help to understand and see.”

Days pass by like a blurring parade;

Sometimes I awake feeling brave

But often I am very afraid.

Night time can be hardest of all

As I lay in bed as darkness falls

Feeling all alone with no one to call.

But somewhere inside is a deep desire

To rise again triumphant over the fire;

The flames of trouble and sticky quagmire.

Where I know I felt utterly trapped

By the dark side which need not last

As one bright day all will be in the past.

Time to rise up ever so victoriously

And choose to live in faith and believe

Good days are still ahead stretching into eternity.

So on this though gloomy and dreary day

I will arise and to the Lord will pray,

“Thank you Lord for helping me along the way.”

For it is he who guides my heart and my mind;

Showing me his grace time after time

Through showers of love and mercy intertwined.

That doesn’t mean life will be perfectly sweet;

There will be difficult days and troubled sleep

And that need to bitterly and quietly weep.

Then I remember Jesus is there when down I fall;

He is with me when the darkness swallows all

And will never leave until we stand again triumphant after all.

Writing 201 Day 8: Flavor, Elegy, and Enumeratio

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Flavor of Autumns Past

Pungent scent of oak, pine, and maple trees

Penetrating the autumn air.

Remembering also the birches, cedars, and elms

Adding their aromatic flair.

Clasping to the limbs are leaves of deep and changing

Colors; apple red and tangerine orange,

And bright splashes of dark lime and lemon yellow grandeur.

Sweet memories of walking, strolling, and

Wading through clusters, piles, and layers of fallen leaves.

Autumn is harvest time as the last

Of the vegetables and fruits are plucked smelling fresh and sweet.

Pumpkin, squash, and ripened tomatoes

Are reaped from the gardens while the clinging apples

Are pulled from the orchard trees:

Granny Smiths, braeburns, bright red delicious, and

The yellow delicious apples too.

The last of the corn, the wheat, soybeans, and hay

Are reaped without further delay.

Then all enjoy the harvest and a feast on Thanksgiving Day.

Enjoying the warm winds from the south

And the west; a strong and yet gentle, tantalizing breeze

Before the colder north and eastern gales

Rush on in and strip the swaying trees until they’re bare.

For by then autumn is gone and winter

Has rushed in with its snow, layers of ice, and frigid cold

As temperatures drop to zero and below.

Amid the snow and that freezing cold, we take the time

To celebrate Christmas, favorite holiday of old.

Then to restore hope of warmer days to come, a hint of

Spring is in the air as the snow melts

And the ground is bare. Also soon, the snow turns to rain

And the world becomes green again.

Summer then arrives for all those young at heart who like

To camp, hike, swim, and dive.

Such enjoyment of long days, abundant sunshine, and

Celebration of Independence Day.

Like the musical beat of a favorite song or poem which

Entails its own melodious rhyme,

Each season with its own scents and flavors enters in its own

Predictable and expected time. As

After autumn, winter arrives, and then comes spring

Followed by summer and then autumn

Returns again with its own aroma and charming flavor

 like an enchanting and familiar friend.

Poetry 201: Gift, Acrostic, and Simile

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Gift of the Changing SEASONS

Sunshine warmth, bright flowers, and long days

Evening walks beneath a canopy of an orange sunset glaze.

Afternoon sunlight dwindles and steadily shortens;

Soon brilliant and aromatic autumn marches in

Onward into winter’s snowcapes and then the newness of spring

Never halting, the earth’s vast landscape is forever changing.

Seeing Time like a friend as through life we continue journeying.

Becky’s Haiku: Bridge and Move

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Between seasons, bridges of change appear

As time moves us through each year.

I have just attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “bridge” and “move”. I am enjoying the challenge of trying to use such seemingly different and even opposite words in such a short poem. These prompts from Ronovan can really be a challenge to the mind.  If you like poetry challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept his latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2015/08/31/

 

One Day, One Hour and One Step at a Time

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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.