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Writing 101 Day 2: Oh the Things I do Enjoy
Waking up in the morning
To find a sun-filled day
And wondering what beauty
God will show me along the way.
Strolling in the quiet forest
Or along a flowing stream;
Hearing twittering birdsong
And feeling the gentle breeze.
Walking along a quiet path
and seeing new flowers blooming;
my favorite daisies to find
are the slender black-eyed Susans.
Traveling in the autumn and
Also in the late spring;
To see the altering landscape
During the changing seasons.
Stopping to rest and to think
At a tranquil and quiet place;
Spending some moments in prayer
And staying near to God in enduring faith.
Journeying through the day
From early morning to late night
And knowing that Jesus stays with me;
Always in my heart and at my side.
Hearing the phone ring and
And talking to family or a friend.
Although I am a quiet person,
I often don’t want the call to end.
Visiting family or close friends
When I have that chance to go
Sometimes I cannot travel far
Because of weather and especially snow.
Resting in bed, writing, or
Reading a new novel;
Sometimes science fiction
And then a good mystery to follow.
Laying quietly in bed at the
End of a long working day
Remembering Jesus stays near
And promises to forever stay.
Becky’s Haiku: In the Wilderness
Journeying FORWARD into the New Year
Saturday’s Journey
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.