Genuine Poetry’s–Blank Poetry Writing Challenge
[NaPoWriMo–Day 10] [April 2014 PAD Challenge: Day 10–Future poem]
Tag: god
The Way
Thanksgiving
I give thanks and praise
God for your infinite ways
Which provide favor
Beyond finite comprehension
To those who call upon You
Tanka
Leona J. Atkinson. 03-18-14
Divine Design
Original Senryu Poetry/Art by Leona J. Atkinson
DANCE Acrostic
This DANCE Acrostic is an original I wrote for the Praise and Worship Dance Team that I am on. It really is our Mission Statement.
We do monthly presentations at Retirement Homes, Churches, and other Events. Our dance is a mix of Jewish Folk Dance, C&W Line Dance, Interpretive Worship Dance, and other sources. Our music is Contemporary Christian with some Old Hymns–but often we do
incorporate some modern Holiday music too. (Just last Christmas I had fun dressing up as Frosty the Snowman and dancing around!)
Our desire is to create a fun atmosphere where we can share the love of God through dance and music. We often use tambourines and worship flags in our presentations also. I invite you to visit our website at: www.eomdt.org for more information and photos.
The Daily Post–Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance
Christmas Presence
Gifts!
Christmas,
Coming soon!
Wrapping presents
For my dear family.
This makes me pause to ponder
Upon the first Christmas gift,
Who was wrapped in swaddling clothes.
God’s ultimate present to mankind
Is still available to be received.
Etheree
Leona J. Atkinson 12-18-13
Freedom
Free gift.
Given from God.
Is indescribable!
The grace of God bestowed to us.
Freedom!
Cinquain
Leona J. Atkinson 11-26-13
The Spare Room
It’s some better today.
The pain in my heart has not gone way,
but the initial reaction to it all
has fallen away like a leaf in the fall.
All that lies now within my sight,
is a room that is empty,
but cheery and bright.
Void of his things, it sits there,
clean, and willing to be called “spare”.
This room that held him and all he held dear,
is with me still, though he is not near.
It helps that it has a different look,
for when I pass by I don’t see his favorite nook.
New pillows and coverlet are now upon the bed,
and the walls hold my pictures instead.
Traces of him are no longer found in there,
were it not so, it would be too much to bear.
I pray that someday, he will find his way,
and God will show him what to do and say,
To accomplish the purpose that God created him for,
Then the spare room will rejoice, and might hold him once more.
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson Posted 11-16-13 (Originally written May 27, 2011)
An Ode to an Old Friend
You sat there with me, in good times and bad,
Sometimes you were the closest friend, in the natural, that I had.
You supported me when I needed to weep, and
You often held me until I fell asleep.
With you, I would spend time, either alone or with family,
thinking, praying, reading, studying or just dreaming about a future journey.
You always went with me each time I moved,
and because of you my life much improved.
I’d curl up so cozily in your place,
and God would meet me in that space.
He’d talk to me in my head, or remind me in His word, of things He’d said.
It was with you that I learned so many things,
about how to reach out and share my blessings.
You were always there to comfort and hold,
even though you were becoming very old.
Your age made you look a bit worn out,
but in your ability to stand firm I did not doubt.
But then the time came that I had to let you go,
How I’d manage without you, I did not know.
At that time I no longer had the room nor space,
And I let you go on to another place.
Someone else took you in for their own,
and I am sure gave you a great new home.
But I just wanted to tell you that I miss you so,
and wish I wouldn’t have had to let you go.
It may sound funny, but it is oh, so true,
Old Pink Chair, I really miss you !
Ode-Irregular—Ekphrastic Poem
Leona J. Atkinson 11-11-13
Creation reveals the Creator
I gaze upon the ocean with her mighty roar,
while above me the eagle does soar.
A crab, which is a work of Your Own Hands,
is displayed for me upon the sands,
as I walk and think and pray,
I give You thanks for every day.
Thanks for the sun that shines and the moon’s fair light,
the trees that shade and the stars at night.
You made it all and called it good,
in six short days, as only You could.
As I look around me and bless Your name,
I must remember Your greatest acclaim,
the image of Yourself, created in others and me,
people, reflecting Your beauty for all to see.
Rhyme Leona J. Atkinson 11-05-13
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