Posted in April 2018, NaPoWriMo 2018, Syllabic Verse

Ceaseless Hope

Blue feather

Commit to always keep going non-stop

Singing a song only your heart knows

Clinging to a belief deep within

That will give your soul the wings to fly

Syllablic Verse

(Based on this poem by Emily Dickinson)

“Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,”

–Emily Dickinson

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 18

prompt for the day isn’t exactly based in revision, but it’s not exactly not based in revision, either. It also sounds a bit more complicated than it is, so bear with me! First, find a poem in a book or magazine (ideally one you are not familiar with). Use a piece of paper to cover over everything but the last line. Now write a line of your own that completes the thought of that single line you can see, or otherwise responds to it. Now move your piece of paper up to uncover the second-to-last line of your source poem, and write the second line of your new poem to complete/respond to this second-to-last line. Keep going, uncovering and writing, until you get to the first line of your source poem, which you will complete/respond to as the last line of your new poem

Posted in March 2018, Scripture, Syllable Lune

Again

Sad, Happy emoji

I worried

And wondered although

God said don’t

Syllable Lune

Sound familiar?

God says not to worry yet again I find myself doing so.

God says not to wonder about the future yet I often do that too.

Why do I do that?

He’s shown me time and time again that He’s trustworthy, that He’ll always be there for me, that He loves me and cares for me, and wants to heal me and give me an abundant blessed life, yet when a new problem arises I somehow find myself lapsing back into worry and wonder.

Ah, “the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak” said Jesus (Matthew 26:41)

Forgive me God.

I love You and I am so happy that you love me and are patient with me.

…“Lord, I believe; help thou my unbelief” Mark 9:24

Posted in Choka, October 2017, Rhyme

Whose Hand?

Hands
My inner child’s asking

“Whose hand are you holding

As you walk today?”

“If it’s the Hand of Pleasure,

She will lead astray”

“If it’s the Hand of Worry

You’ll have a bad day”

“I’m holding the Hand of God”

I say, ” So I’ll always be okay” 

Choka/Rhyme