Poets find sleep?
Or what they might think
In those dark night watches?
As they contemplate slumber?
Are their mind’s in calm repose?
How do they enter into somnolence?
Poets count syllables instead of sheep!
We smiled, chittering and chattering
As daylight filled with bright sunshine
Spilled upon us walking sprightly.
In the distance a lion roared
But the sound did not reach
Our quiescent ears
Dulled by sleep.
Our guard down,
To stand and fight
The enemy attack.
Unprepared for battle,
Head and heart vulnerable
To fleshly fear and worldly anger,
We attempt to vanquish our beastly foe
Unprotected. We cry out for God to help us!
Reverse Etheree and Etheree
Based on 1Peter 5:8 and Ephesians 6:10-18
Like a river
Days swiftly flowing
Into cold, damp, dark nights
Causing man and beast a chill
As they wish for the breath of Spring
To blow across the land once again
Bringing with it longer days and new life.
Hard Candy in a Dish
Popcorn and Cranberries
Christmas Cards in the Mailbox
Family Gathering for Dinner
Snow and Ice Skating on the River
Family playing Card games after dinner
Some of my memories of Christmas as a child growing up in the 1950’s
Like a seed
Planted with care,
In good soil, will grow
Into something big,
That can benefit many.
Therefore, choose good soil,
If you want thoughts that will blossom and grow
Into good things for your future life.
Or a blessing
Depending on location
A beautiful sound to some
An unwelcome nightmare to others
May God’s hand direct it’s course for you
Time is precious
Capture each moment
But dont dwell there, move on.
Fixate your mind on the future.
Wake every morning and proclaim:
“The Past has no Present in my Future”
Thanks to my daughter, Laura, for the last line which inspired me to write this poem.