I grew up in a black and white world
But then I found color, beautiful
Color of all kinds, hues, and shades,
And my world has never been
The same since, for
Now I see light prisms
Everywhere,
And find joy
And wonder
Daily.
Etheree
Joy and Wonder
Tag: poetry
Finding Joy in the Journey
Searching,
Finding the joy,
Unexpected delight, and
The wonder, in everything
I smile
And give
Thanks, treasuring
The memories that bring
Joy and hope when a dark day comes
In sight
Double Cinquain
“Find joy in the journey” —Anonymous
Believer’s Mandate
We go out each day
Into a world
We may not favor
See injustice we
We dislike
Yet we go each day
Because we try
Our best to
Make a difference
Triple Syllable Lune
A Time For Prayer
Dismal
Rain drizzels down
Overcast and cloudy
This weather matches many’s mood
As they
Try to
Navigate through an unsettled
World of tragic events
Sadly seeming
Unceasing
Butterfly Cinquain
As we have slowly been moving toward a happier time of things once again starting to open up and get back to normal, enjoying warmer temperatures and a lifting of the virus, we are now in the US facing a time of senseless violence, brutal hatred, tearful sadness and racial rioting.
I am praying for our country and all people today in this sad time of rioting.
These are perilous times for all of us upon the earth as we have faced fires in Australia, a worldwide Virus pandemic and now nationwide racism rioting.
As I awoke to a dramatic weather change this morning going from sunny warm dry 70-80 degree days to a dark cloudy chilly rainy day in the 50’s, I felt the current weather was mimicking the news reports and the rain was God’s tears falling in response to the tragic death of George Floyd.
Therefore, I am praying for peace and goodwill for all peoples on earth.
I pray for a gentle healing rain that will put out the fires of hatred and wash away the prejudices as it brings a time of refreshing and healing to all of us.
May the clouds of dark thoughts disappear to let the light of justice and hope shine upon us, and may we, as people of all colors, find peace in the valley of our hearts.
Come and See
He offers abundance
To those who will believe
All are welcome
Senryu
“Come and see the works of God; He is awesome in His deeds toward the children of men” Psalm 66:5 AMP
Last Nights Dream
Objects left behind,
Old out dated wooden lamps
And a tamborine,
That made no sound because
It had no jingles,
Only leather cords hanging
In braids, when shaken
They made no noise at all,
In someone’s storage shed.
Choka
In my dream last night I was a worker who was part of a cleanup team that cleared out and cleaned up houses that had been recently vacated for some reason, perhaps by people moving away or from them passing on from this life.
In this one particular scene I and others in my group, who I don’t know, no one was revealed to me, came upon a storage shed that was filled with old, quality made, wooden objects, like hand carved lamps and such. One of my companions wondered if the people would be returning to take these items as they seemed to be of value, but though they were beautifully carved wood they were outdated, and I thought that might be the reason they were left behind.
At the end of the shelf I saw a tambourine, and when I picked it up it made no sound. I saw it was because it had no jingles, only braided leather ropes hanging down. I swished it back and forth but it was silent.
Then I awoke and am now pondering what this dream might mean, either for me or someone else.
One thought I had was that instruments or objects weren’t being used for the purpose they’d been created for.
The tambourine wasn’t meant to be silent. It’s jingles we’re missing rendering it useless, but why it had leather braids is still a mystery to me…
Also, the fine quality carved wood lamps were not being used for the purpose they were created for. They were being hidden in a storage unit, sitting idle in a shelf, not showing the beautiful workmanship of their creator and not shining their light as they were supposed to do.
Hmmmm… interesting thoughts…
(I tried drawing as best I could the images I saw in my dream, also now wondering if the carved diamond shapes have any meaning…)
Your comments are welcomed. Any thoughts??
Thank you.
HOME
As the busy day ends
We all need a place to call
Our very own—it’s Home
Senryu
Iris
Happening upon
A said symbol of
Royalty and wisdom
Basking in the sun
I captured the
Fortuitous encounter
Syllabic Verse
Memorial Day
In memory of your
Faces we no longer see,
Who fought to keep us free,
Souls so brave and true, now gone,
For our freedom we thank you.
Tanka
Morning Thoughts
I arose early
But not before the sun
Opening the blinds
Revealed a gray squirrel
Burying his treasures
In my plants, (little rascal)
As the coffee perked
I watched events unfold
Sleep would’ve hidden from me
Maintenence man
Digging up the dead bushes
In my back yard
Birds chattering at stray cat
Cars passing by as
My little corner of world
Awakens to another
Day of life, unknowing what it
Will bring, we all grasp it with hope
Double Choka
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