Posted in Butterfly Cinquain

A Time For Prayer

Praying hands

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.

Posted in Choka, November 2019, Scripture

God’s Tear Bottle and Book

Teardrop

He catches each tear

Not one escapes His sight

Rest assured saints

He’s kept every teardrop

That you have ever shed

And listed each one

Counted every sorrow

They’re all in His record book

Choka

You keep track of all my sorrows.

    You have collected all my tears in your bottle.

    You have recorded each one in your book.

Psalm 56:8

Posted in Choka, October 2019

Mending the Broken Pieces

Broken windchimb

Discouraged, tearfully

I picked up the broken pieces.

Another trial.

Reaching for the Light of hope

To show me the way

I prayed for healing and strength

To mend broken wings

So I might fly, to try again

‘Til I reach heaven’s reward

Choka

OctPoWriMo 2019

Word Prompts:

Discouraged, Broken Wings, Healing,

Strength, Calm, Acceptance

“Our heart mends as our inner self—the central or innermost part of our identity—is wrapped around the Light inside of us, rather than around the people who have harmed us. This one small step changes the way we see things”. Suzanne Eller

                                                                                                       

Posted in October 2019, Rhyme, Syllabic Verse

“Homeless—Single Mom”

Cardboard sign saying “Homeless—Single Mom”

Two little girls cry out in the night

“Mommy!” they say to no one in sight

A blanket of fear holds them tight

As strangers tell them “It’ll be alright”

Sitting on concrete at the light

Her youthful trembling hands of white

Hold up a sign stating her plight

Holding back tears with all her might

Twin girl’s Mom won’t give up the fight

To make their future bright

Rhyme

10 lines—each line 8 syllables—Rhyme

For the creative writing class I am currently taking I tried to rewrite my original Tanka written on September 4, 2019, into a 10 line poem using the line “sitting on concrete” while also using parts of the lines “thin white hands” and “two little girls” in some way.

This poem is what I came up with after quite some deliberation.

Posted in Double Butterfly Cinquain, September 2019

Simultaneous Sights and Sounds

Sunset

Last night

The sun painted

The western sky orange red,

While fingers plucked harp strings

Inside.

Soothing sounds enveloped my ears,

Drowning out the darkness

Of reality

Outside.

A home

Just blocks away,

While my ears heard sweet words,

Others were being torn apart

Inside,

As the blackness of a cold heart,

Unleased its bitterness,

Drowning a soul

In tears.

Double Butterfly Cinquain

Posted in May 2019, Scripture, Tanka

Assurance

Rosebud. Digital art by LeonasDesigns. @2019
“Promise of New Life” digital art ©️LeonasDesigns2019

In the dark of night

Kaleidoscope reveals

Broken dreams and tears

Yet the promise of new life

Appears amid the fragments

Tanka

(Based On Philippians 1:6 scripture)

Posted in Uncategorized

Koda

White dog, family pet

Tears of sadness fall

On cheeks young and old

Hearts mourn your presence

As death takes you

Leaving us to grieve

Elegy-Syllabic Verse

In Memory of Koda-a beloved family pet

#NaPoWriMo—Day 18–Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail