Are you
Fashioning some
Ordinary moments
Into remarkable junctures
Today?
Cinquain
Tag: moments
As Time Goes By
Life is passing by
Enjoy the living moments
While you have time
Savor every moment
Before it is gone
Grasping all those good times
While they’re in reach
Will give you good memories
A storehouse of treasures
Choka
It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living. —Terry Pratchett
This Evening
All’s that left now is
Empty Chairs
Minutes before
They held my dear ones
Time moves
Swiftly, savor it
Double Syllable Lune
Tonight my grand-daughter and her boyfriend came over for supper. We ate, had cake for dessert, played cards, talked and laughed. The two hours of time went by so quickly. After they said their goodbyes, I looked around at the empty chairs and quiet house and was reminded how fast time goes.
Thankful for the memories.
Yesterday’s Sunshine
Yesterday’s sunshine,
Was washed away overnight.
Rain clouds now I see.
What difference a day makes!
Things change so quickly.
Moments turn to memories,
Reminding me to:
Capture the sunny days,
Before they fade away.
Choka
Yesterday was 72 degrees, sunny, no wind, and a wonderful day to be outside in nature. Today is 52 degrees, rainy, chilly and cloudy. A great day to huddle inside and read or write.
Therefore, I am thankful I was able to capture some of yesterday’s sunshine in the video above as I happened to be outside in the right place at the right time! 😊
This video is now delightful to watch on this rainy cloudy chilly day that has arrived. Hope it brightens your day also wherever you may be.
365 Gifts of Time
Once again we say
Goodbye to another year lived
We look back at days
The precious jewels of time
They live in our mind
Shining, jaded, memories
Remain, we reflect
Upon the good and bad days
Gone forever from us
Choka
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
Count The Days
We count our life in years,
But what about the days?
All the seconds of life?
Cherish all the minutes.
It’s in those moments,
Memories are made,
Chances are taken,
Changes often happen.
Treasure every breath.
Celebrate each day.
Give thanks for your life.
Syllabic Verse
My grand-daughter messaged me today to tell me I have lived 27,365 days so far! Where did all those days go?
It seems a lot longer when you view your life as days rather than years!
It’s pretty amazing to think about, and so inspired the thoughts for this poem.
YESTERDAYS
Years, Tears, and Fears
Evaporated and gone.
Seasons and Reasons in
Time have passed on.
Each moment now spent
Reliving them is pointless.
Days of old are done,
All just memories of the Past.
Yearning won’t bring them back.
Seek today and live!
Acrostic
History
A journey
Of everyday
Victories
Tragedies
Life moments that are faced
Recorded for others
Shadorma
Ribbons of Life
Life’s
Ribbons
Teardrops flow
Pain overwhelms
Trials seem to grow
Hope slowly declines
The future looks so dim
Yet thru all these ribbons glows
The strong and sure symbol of Him
He nevers leaves us nor forsakes us
Etheree
Yesterday I decided to do a watercolor tapestry of my life.
I planned to use different colors and drawings to represent my various life events. Well, not being an artist, the whole painting ended up looking like a timeline of colors with some childish doodle drawings. The one thing that stood out was a brown cross that I drew, however, the rest of it I knew I would need to redo.
The whole painting had a good message as I explained it, it just needed a better appearance.
So, this morning I had the thought to just wash the whole painting clean with water and start over, kind of like a new life, new beginning. So I did. I loaded my shammy with water and washed and rubbed. In the end most of the paint disappeared, some just faded and all the drawings washed away EXCEPT THE CROSS! Honest!
The Cross didn’t fade nor change at all! It did not erase thru all I did! All the other drawings were drawn with the same watercolor pencils as the Cross, and they all erased, but it did not! AMAZING!
It seemed God was speaking to me in this, telling me that nothing can ever erase the message of the Cross. That what Christ accomplished thru His death on the Cross will always remain and that if we believe and receive Him as our Savior and Lord He will never leave us nor forsake us.
This seemed so profound to me that I decided to name the new painting “Ribbons of Life” to represent that no matter what happens to us in our life, if we have believed and received Jesus as our Savior and Lord, He will always be there with us thru it all!
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 