Preaching and pounding
Ranting and ruminating
Noisy upstairs neighbor
Senryu
The minuses of apartment living 😩
Tag: Leona J. Atkinson
Garden Graces
Cheerful tiny blooms
A scattering of yellow
Birds plant flower seeds
Haiku
Not sure how these pretty little yellow blooms came to be here in my garden, as I didn’t plant them, perhaps the birds carried some seeds and dropped them here. I am not sure if they are weeds or flowers, but I am enjoying the sight of them as they add a bit of color to my otherwise non blooming garden area right now.
Created to Fly
I hear the message “It’s Time”
Yet my butterfly wings won’t fly
I want to soar, be sublime
I hear the message “It’s Time”
I want to rise in my prime
I want to circle the sky
I hear the message “It’s Time”
Yet my butterfly wings won’t fly
Triolet
Butterflies were created to fly but did you know they can’t fly if they are cold?
Butterfly Kinesiology: Keeping Warm and Staying Aloft
https://animals.howstuffworks.com/insects/butterfly2.htm
I can also relate this to myself, in that unless I say close to The Son, abiding in Him to receive the warmth of the Father’s love, I will not be able to stay aloft to reach my full potential and do what I was created for.
Something to think about today as I sit and watch the butterflies flutter about my yard in the summer sun.
Beset by Remora
Tiny remora
Surrounds, holds me back
All my human strength
Not enough to overcome
Only blood of Christ
Can wash it away
Syllabic Verse
Remora is today’s “The Word of the Day” at Dictionary.com
See the definition and interesting origin of this word “remora” at this link:
http://www.dictionary.com/e/word-of-the-day/remora-2019-07-15/
In ancient times, the remora was believed to stop a ship from sailing. In Latin, remora means “delay”, while the genus name Echeneis comes from Greek εχειν, echein (“to hold”) and ναυς, naus (“a ship”). In a notable account by Pliny the Elder, the remora is blamed for the defeat of Mark Antony at the Battle of Actium and, indirectly, for the death of Caligula.[15] A modern version of the story is given by Jorge Luis Borges in Book of Imaginary Beings(1957).
Source:Wikipedia
A Leaf in Summer
Out of place?
Out of season?
A misfit in my path?
Or a reminder sent by God?
A note
To awaken me to count the days,
Wasting not a moment?
“Redeem the time”
He says.
Butterfly Cinquain
“Even in our best shape we are a brittle piece of mortality. Your life is a breath, don’t waste it.” —LeCrae
Planted for a Purpose
Just the birds and me
Admiring this tall tall tree
Reaching for the sky
Rooted and grounded it grows
God wants me to do the same
Tanka
Like a Sparrow
Looking,
Searching earnestly
For opportunities
Actively moving forward
Daily
Cinquain
Priorities
So much that’s new
So much to do
So much to say
So much to pray
Syllabic Verse
Take time to pray
Prayer is man’s greatest power!
Time to Pray
I got up early one morning
and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that I didn’t have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me,
and heavier came each task.
“Why doesn’t God help me?” I wondered.
He answered, “You didn’t ask.”
I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn’t show me.
He said, “But you didn’t seek.”
I tried to come into God’s presence;
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
“My child, you didn’t knock.”
I woke up early this morning,
and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that I had to take time to pray.
—Author unknown
In Obedience
Chasing thoughts
That swirl like clouds
High, lofty
Low, gloomy
Casting them down in Christ and
Captivating them
Shadorma
casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ, 2 Corinthians 10:5
Scent-A-Mental Memories
My childhood alarm clock was varied, often ‘twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum peculator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets,
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling, “Leona! Time to get up.”
Those sounds, smells and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.
Syllabic Verse
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