Posted in Butterfly Cinquain, July 2019

A Leaf in Summer

Brown dried up leaf in summer

Out of place?

Out of season?

A misfit in my path?

Or a reminder sent by God?

A note

To awaken me to count the days,

Wasting not a moment?

“Redeem the time”

He says.

Butterfly Cinquain

“Even in our best shape we are a brittle piece of mortality. Your life is a breath, don’t waste it.” —LeCrae

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Posted in July 2019, Syllabic Verse

Priorities

Hands clasped in prayer

So much that’s new

So much to do

So much to say

So much to pray

Syllabic Verse

Take time to pray

Prayer is man’s greatest power!

W. Clement Stone

Time to Pray

I got up early one morning

and rushed right into the day;

I had so much to accomplish

that I didn’t have time to pray.

Problems just tumbled about me,

and heavier came each task.

“Why doesn’t God help me?” I wondered.

He answered, “You didn’t ask.”

I wanted to see joy and beauty,

but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;

I wondered why God didn’t show me.

He said, “But you didn’t seek.”

I tried to come into God’s presence;

I used all my keys at the lock.

God gently and lovingly chided,

“My child, you didn’t knock.”

I woke up early this morning,

and paused before entering the day;

I had so much to accomplish

that I had to take time to pray.

—Author unknown

Posted in July 2019, Scripture, Shadorma

In Obedience

Clouds

Chasing thoughts

That swirl like clouds

High, lofty

Low, gloomy

Casting them down in Christ and

Captivating them

Shadorma

casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ, 2 Corinthians 10:5

Posted in July 2019, Syllabic Verse

Scent-A-Mental Memories

Our Old House 1959
Our Old House 1959

My childhood alarm clock was varied, often ‘twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum peculator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets,
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling, “Leona! Time to get up.”
Those sounds, smells and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.

Syllabic Verse