Afraid?
What is “the thing”?
What is the “that” in you
Which is so big it causes such
Great Fear?
Wonder if someday it suddenly
Becomes real and comes?
What will you do?
Panic?
Or Pray?
What will you do?
Will you fight or just freeze?
Will you crumble in trepidation?
I know
What i would do because it’s come.
And I am trusting God
To remove it
From me.
Double Butterfly Cinquain
Job 3:25–“For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.”
Nothing can be done
I overheard them all say
But God said “No Way!
For the battle will be won!
Listen to Me and not to they”
Tanka
Soldiers on the way to Calvary
Just another day at Calvary
Roman law is in play at Calvary
Criminals will pay at Calvary
On crosses they will lay at Calvary
Crime they will slay at Calvary
Amongst the noisey fray at Calvary
Some kneel to pray at Calvary
For One sent to stay at Calvary
Is a King they say at Calvary
Son of God on display at Calvary
Father’s will to obey at Calvary
I honor Him today at Calvary
For He lives, Yay! at Calvary
A Friend
Who never leaves
A Brother who sticks close
A Savior who died for me
Jesus
The Christ
The Way, Truth, Life
Redeemer of my soul
The Wisdom and Power of God
My All
Mirror Cinquain
Today’s #NaPoWriMo Prompt was to write a portrait poem about someone who was important to you. I wrote this about the One whom I love dearly.
It is a portrait of The Word based on:John 1:1, Matthew 11:19, Hebrews 2:11-12, Luke 2:11, Matthew 1:21, Matthew 22:42, John 14:6, Job 19:25, 1 Corinthians 1:24, Colossians 3:11
Being
Here I am
Living in the Present
Becoming whom I was meant to be
Created for a purpose by Creator
God Almighty, who is the Great I AM
Sensing my destiny
I live Now
Being
Rictameter
Want to try?
But can’t comply.
Left to cry?
Wonder why?
Ask on High
What will be
Can’t forsee
Tis only He
With the key
Not me or thee
Mini-Monoverse
Looking for a helping hand?
Drifted upon sinking sand?
God does see that place you’re in,
He’ll strenghten you so you can stand.
Just reach out, take His hand,
He’ll lead you from sinking sand,
To a place far from chagrin,
Life with Him can be grand!
So if life’s not all you planned,
Dead like driftwood on sand,
Look up, invite God in,
And let Him be your helping hand.
Rubaiyat
Patrick is Ireland’s patron saint
Though a true Irishman he ain’t
A simple sheep herder was he
A slave he was til age twenty
Then he met God and caused the devil to faint
Limerick
“The Breastplate,” Patrick’s poem of faith and trust in God
A sweet melody
In the quiet of the night
His song comes to me
His song comes to me
And night and day I shall sing of
His lovingkindness
His lovingkindness
That He commands in daytime
Is my sweet heartsong
Senryu Cascade
The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime, And in the night His song shall be with me—Psalm 42:8 NKJV
It’s Christmas!
Counting my blessings.
Enjoying
My Family.
Celebrating Jesus birth.
Giving thanks to God.
Shadorma
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 