Oft times nestle?
Or sometimes wrestle?
A broken vessel?
Not feeling very special?
Run to God, He’s your trestle
Tanka/Rhyme
Oft times nestle?
Or sometimes wrestle?
A broken vessel?
Not feeling very special?
Run to God, He’s your trestle
Tanka/Rhyme
Standing
Tall, held up by
The Everlasting Arms of
The Eternal God, Whom is my refuge
And strength
Cinquain
The eternal God is your refuge,
And underneath are the everlasting arms;
Deuteronomy 33:27
You sat there with me, in good times and bad,
Sometimes you were the closest friend, in the natural, that I had.
You supported me when I needed to weep, and
You often held me until I fell asleep.
With you, I would spend time, either alone or with family,
thinking, praying, reading, studying or just dreaming about a future journey.
You always went with me each time I moved,
and because of you my life much improved.
I’d curl up so cozily in your place,
and God would meet me in that space.
He’d talk to me in my head, or remind me in His word, of things He’d said.
It was with you that I learned so many things,
about how to reach out and share my blessings.
You were always there to comfort and hold,
even though you were becoming very old.
Your age made you look a bit worn out,
but in your ability to stand firm I did not doubt.
But then the time came that I had to let you go,
How I’d manage without you, I did not know.
At that time I no longer had the room nor space,
And I let you go on to another place.
Someone else took you in for their own,
and I am sure gave you a great new home.
But I just wanted to tell you that I miss you so,
and wish I wouldn’t have had to let you go.
It may sound funny, but it is oh, so true,
Old Pink Chair, I really miss you !
Ode-Irregular—Ekphrastic Poem
Leona J. Atkinson 11-11-13