Posted in Cinquain, November 2018

Renewal

Leaf, butterfly

Broken

But not destroyed

For a new life emerges

A butterfly hidden within

Revealed

Cinquain

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Posted in Haibun, October 2018, OctPoWriMo 2018, Scripture

Dear God

,Carpet of fallen leaves

Do you see the real me

Beneath the heavenly skies

Leaf covered path

On my daily walk I pass by and over so many fallen leaves, some noticeable, some not. Some freshly fallen are filled with beautiful colors while some are withered, lifeless, or hidden beneath others.

It causes me to think that they are like many of us in this world. Some of us are more noticeable than others, perhaps more lively, active or attractive while others might be older, less active, or perhaps feel insignificant or hidden because they are covered in worries or burdens.

Just like the many leaves they may wonder if anyone sees the real them.

But the truth is that God does.

He sees us all, for that is one of His names.

In Genesis 16:13 it says “So she called the name of the LORD who spoke to her, “You are ‘God who sees,’ because I have truly seen the one who looks after me.”

Hagar was a runaway who was alone in the wilderness with her child, she figured no one cared about her and she thought she and her son were going to die—alone….but God saw her and He spoke to her and helped her.

Matthew 10:29 says that not even a sparrow falls to the earth without God knowing about it, so I am thinking it must be the same for leaves and people too. He sees us all.

Everbody matters

For the clear truth is written

He’s “God who sees me”

Haibun

#OctPoWriMo Day 23

Theme: See Me.

Prompts: beneath, uncover, clear, unspoken,truth

Form: Haibun

Posted in April 2015, Mirror Cinquain, NaPoWriMo 2015

Starlight Nights

Mirror Cinquain poem about constellations and childhood memories
Original Poetry by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015
Image Credit: http://www.telescopeking.com/guides/ursa-major-constellation-big-dipper/

NaPoWriMo–Day 2–prompt:  constellations

This prompt inspired me to write this poem of childhood memories of clear night skies out in the country where we lived, looking up at all the stars and listening to dad tell us about the constellations and point out which ones we were seeing.