Tuesday, November 13, 2018

PAD challenge 1-2 glorious, poem away Landay


Worship and praise music in the Light
God, feeling Your glorious presence is my delight.

Monday, November 12, 2018

PAD challenge 1-1 glorious




Glorious

Petunias
With their symmetry
Pinks, purples, yellows, reds, whites
Variety of dainty designs
Glorious

Maple trees
Limbs great for climbing
Outstretched to take in sunshine
Red, yellow or orange leaves in autumn
Glorious

Humpback whales
Big as a school bus
Nurse, love and protect their calves
Breathing, breaching, tail slapping, singing
Glorious

This morning
Sun through golden leaves
Hot tea with sugar and cream
Picante sauce and eggs, Hubby smiles
Glorious

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Poetic Asides nourishment


Spiritual Food
(Matthew 4:4)

When my soul is hungry, the Bible is a feast.
I munch upon the Scriptures from greatest to the least.
I gnaw upon the prophets like a juicy steak.
And savor Psalms and Proverbs like a snack during break.
I devour Acts and Romans when it’s time to regroup.
And I slurp up the gospels like I do with savory soup.
I might be like a kid eating veggies with Numbers and Lamentations.
But like cake and ice cream, Paul’s epistles are good for celebrations.
The book of Hebrews is definitely something to chew on.
And First and Second Peter gives me energy to move on.
First, Second and Third John are as sweet as juicy fruits.
And the books of history are like nourishing roots.
Like Grandma’s goulash which doesn’t look like food,
I eat Revelation anyway for I know it’s good.
I do not live on bread alone, though it may sound odd,
but every word that comes from the mouth of God.

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Poem Away Gardenia, blue


Proposal

The blue eyed coquette smiled.
Her azure dress beguiled.
A cobalt eyed man spoke,
a Navy man--no joke.
With sapphire, proposed in
an outfit cerulean,
at indigo nighttime,
with brightly made up rhyme.
She, underneath the moon,
accepted with a swoon.

Friday, November 9, 2018

Poetic Bloomings Rise


Light Weight and Strength

Miraculous! An eagle soaring high!
Its body’s strong to carry off its prey.
Its hollow bones are light enough to rise.
About a half a pound, its bones will weigh.

Strong muscles give its downward strokes much power.
And lighter muscles make the wings go up.
And turning wings’ front edges speeds through air.
Wings’ wider parts toward wind drag—not abrupt.

An eagle’s seven thousand feathers plus  
weighs only five small ounces and a pound.
To lift large prey, the eagle’s strength’s a must.  
A finer use of strength/light weight’s not found.

God takes what weighs us down to make life light.
He strengthens us like eagles to take flight.

But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles (Isaiah 40:31 NIV).

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Poetic Blooming Clothes


My Pumpkin Dress

On my fifth birthday, a few days before Halloween, Mom made me a black and orange dress. I called it my pumpkin dress. I loved that dress and even wore it in the spring to my sister’s ninth birthday party. After she opened her presents, Mom had a surprise for her. The town firetruck came to give the partiers a ride. My cousin, about the same age, and I weren’t brave enough to ride the firetruck, so we stayed behind. Before they left, Mom took a picture of my cousin and I standing beside the firetruck packed with excited kids. That picture, later in life, inspired many adventures: spelunking, rock climbing, hot air balloon riding, zip-lining, white-water river rafting, because I didn’t want to be left behind, like I was in my pumpkin dress.

Two shy five-year-olds
Me in homemade pumpkin dress
Missed firetruck ride

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Poetic Bloomings Candle


Autumn Birthdays

Birthdays in autumn meant,
for most of them,
I  went to school
staring out the window,
watching leaves fall
wishing for the final bell,
bus home, eat supper,
and have angel food cake
with candles all around,
like kids playing ring-
around-the-rosy at recess,
and then open presents,
play with whatever toy I got
till bedtime, then school again.