What I’m hearing so unreal!
Things happening so surreal!
So to God I appeal,
Ask Him To reveal,
Just how I should deal,
With this strange ordeal,
And still try to be genteel.
He said “ Don’t let it your faith steal,
Nor let fear loudly peal.
My word is true and real,
And My hand can surely heal.
So don’t live by how things feel
For to Me all things must kneel.“
Rhyme
Choosing to focus
On the daffodils dancing
Instead of the News
Senryu
Another report!
Each day the news is bringing
Fear into our hearts.
Do we allow the fear to dwell
Or choose to overcome it?
Tanka
“Wake up!
Oh sleepy head!
Time is marching forward,
But your body clock is an hour
Behind!”
Cinquain
I can,
You can, we can
Banish the can’t thinking
Never let that apostrophe
Control
Cinquain
Green shoots popping up,
Patches of yellow abound,
Spring has come again!
Haiku
I felt like Chicken Little today as everywhere I went I kept saying “ Spring is here! Spring is here!”
It may not say Spring yet on the calendar but it was very present all around my area today.
I was seeing patches of yellow daffodils in my neighbors yards and green shoots of more to come soon, hearing birds singing and lawnmowers humming, smelling fresh cut grass and enjoying the bright sunshine! What a delightful change from the damp, dark, cold days of winter!
Yes, Spring weather is here and I am enjoying every moment of it!
Life is a vapor
We are all a just breath away
From eternity
Saddened by the news of Kobe Bryant’s death today and also that of his young daughter.
We never know how much time we have on this earth, and today is a reminder of how short life sometimes can be.
God’s word
Illuminates
Our life as a beacon
It guides and inspires daily
Read it
Cinquain
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. Psalm 119:105
A world in darkness
Laid silently
Until Heaven arrived
Into the silence
Of the night
A Light came forth
Syllable Lunes
The hustle and bustle
On the city sidewalks
Disappears from view
As the two weary travelers
Seek shelter in a stable
Tanka
And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7
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