Posted in Choka, Scripture, September 2017

A Cry for Mercy

Floods and Fires
“No more rain Lord”

A wet flooded Houston crys

“Rain Lord, we need rain ”

Oregonians praying

Wildfires raging 

And flood waters displacing

Elements ignore

Our Nation is on its knees

May God’s mercy be upon us

Choka

Let thy mercy, O LORD, be upon us, according as we hope in thee. Psalm 33:22

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Posted in February 2014, Rhyme

Things of the Heart

curly red hearts

I like red hearts, pink flowers, and chocolate candy.
Lace doilies, cupcakes, and frilly valentines are dandy.
 
But the things I love best are smiles, hugs, and words that inspire.
These are my heart’s true desire.
 
Things said and done that money can’t buy.
A shoulder that’s there when I need to cry,

Or a helping hand to pick me up from a fall,
These are the things I love most of all.
 
Things that are bought can be very nice.
I like little wrapped gifts, and I don’t think twice

About accepting them from family and friends,
For I like the message of love that a little gift sends.
 
Yet, give me your time, talent, and heart’s treasure,
For those are the things I value without measure.
 
Time spent listening to my joys, dreams, or sorrows,
Talent given to make me better tomorrows;

Treasures of your heart, like compassion and care,
Give me any of these, and nothing will compare.
 
For when those things are given, they are most precious you see,
Because they are a bit of you being deposited into me!

  Happy Valentine’s Day! 

Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson  02-14-14

Posted in NaPoWriMo 2013, Sea Shanty

NaPoWriMo 2013, #3–The Cry of the Gulls

Mama said “Don’t go, dear son of mine,
I don’t want my boy in that salty brine.
Stay home and work with me instead,
Help me bake and deliver the bread.”

But oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Keeps callin’ me to the sea,
But oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Just won’t let me be.

“I’m sorry Mama, I just have to go,
please understand and don’t say no,
for that salty sea is beckoning me,
and it’s where I want to be.”

For the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
keeps callin’ me to the sea,
For the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Just won’t let me be.

“Someday soon I might settle down,
to work and live in your little town,
But, right now Mama, I must go to sea,
For those Gulls keep callin’ me.

Oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Keeps callin’ me to the sea,
Oh the cry, the cry of the Gulls,
Just won’t let me be.

“Sorry Mama, I love the sea.”

Leona J. Atkinson  04-03-13