My inner self asks me
“Do you know the meaning of life?”
“Do you know the why of it?”
I ponder each step I take
“Where am I going?”
“Is my life a symphony?”
“If so, who conducts?”
Then suddenly The Word speaks
And I know, do you know also?
Choka
Tag: ponder
Family Peace
Wet Footprints
Two hieroglyphics
Imprinted
Two symbols
Upon two rocks temporily
Ponder the meaning
Shadorma
Today my grand-son and I were outside in my yard taking some pictures of him before he left on a trip to do a show in Seattle. He is a music artist who performs hip hop. The grass was wet as it had rained earlier. As we walked back to go inside we had to step on some river rock I have near my patio. I happened to look down and saw that our shoes had left some strange looking imprints on various rocks. Two rocks in particular I noticed as looking like having hieroglyphic symbols on them, so I snapped a couple pics. Upon doing an internet search on hieroglyphic images I came to see a somewhat similarity to the symbols for Peace and Family, in some images of the Chinese alphabet, and family peace is something that I recently have been praying for. Is it too far fetched to think these wet shoe markings could be telling me we are taking steps towards Family Peace? I am not one who believes in co-incidences and I see meaning in many unordinary things. So I am led to believe perhaps God sent this as a sign to us.
My Space
A small place
Within my head
Where I often go
To ponder something I read
Or seen
Whether I am about or in bed
The space is mine alone
To go and just be
Serene
Butterfly Cinquain
Words for the New Year
Alone on A Noel
This poem was created from an Anagram challenge. I wrote it using words found in my name Leona. I have always liked the fact that my name spelled backwards was “a noel”, so this was a fun challenge for me!
Pondering Reality
Busyness
(graphic from clker.com)
Three times today the word “busy” came up as I attempted to have conversations with different people. This prompted me to ponder upon why we are all so busy that we seemingly have no time to stop and take a few minutes for a friendly chat. Thus this poem was written to share my frustrations.
The Gift of This Day
Evening Reflections
Christmas Presence
Gifts!
Christmas,
Coming soon!
Wrapping presents
For my dear family.
This makes me pause to ponder
Upon the first Christmas gift,
Who was wrapped in swaddling clothes.
God’s ultimate present to mankind
Is still available to be received.
Etheree
Leona J. Atkinson 12-18-13
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 