Posted in Double Choka, November 2018

Revived

Bright sky

I sat with Despair

She held my hand and led me

Into sinking sand

Where I met disappointment

Doubt and disbelief

I watched my dreams fading

Near Disappearing

And then I felt a presence

A Hand lifting and leading

Me out to a better place

A land of hope and purpose

Where the Light shines

Upon dreams making them new

A firm foundation

Where no Disses can dwell

An encouraging

Place full of life where

I’m building a good future

Double Choka

Posted in Etheree, November 2018

Perplexity

Helping hand

Just

Do not

Understand it!

I am a helper,

I love to help,

But why doesn’t everyone?

Why are some selfish,

Unwilling to give a helping hand?

I just don’t understand it at all!

They are missing out on so very much.

Etheree

Posted in March 2017, Rubaiyat

In a Lonely Place?

Driftwood on sand
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

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