Posted in Butterfly Cinquain, July 2019

A Leaf in Summer

Brown dried up 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

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Posted in February 2019, Syllabic Verse

Count The Days

Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR
Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR—June 2012

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.

Posted in Acrostic, July 2018

YESTERDAYS

Pieces of Yesterday, puzzle pieces,

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

Posted in Christian, Etheree, January 2017

Ribbons of Life

Ribbons of Life watercolor painting , original painting by Leona J. Atkinson
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! 

Posted in January 2017, Triolet

Life’s Tapestry

Tapestry
Weaved with the color of joy

Stained with the color of pain

Threads that hope does employ

Weaved with the color of joy

Moments of small things that annoy

Seasons filled full with rain

Weaved with the color of joy

Stained with the color of pain

Moments time can’t destroy

Memories that always remain

A perfect pattern they deploy

Moments time can’t destroy

Our private life convoy

Showing exciting and mundane

Moments time can’t destroy

Memories that always remain

Double Triolet