All God’s Creatures Thank Him

Shared with the Writers’ Pantry at PSU. Inspired by one of the psalms that I read this morning. 🙂


The little bird, when it chirps,
Does it speak to its Creator?
Before it carries away crumbs,
Does it thank God for what comes?

The majestic eagle, when it flies,
One higher does it recognize?
Him who gave it talons and wings,
Deserves great praise from all things.

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Sonnet: Dove of Peace

In this post from last week, I shared a picture and 2 poems inspired by it, wondering if I would start a series by reusing some of the lines to write different forms of poetry. Well, here is the next installment of the series: a Shakespearean sonnet (hoping to try a Petrarchian sonnet soon)! Shared with the Writers’ Pantry at Poets and Storytellers United.


The dove of peace brings healing in its wings,
The shining sun comes not so far behind –
A confluence of pinkish hues it beings,
The easier some happiness to find.
The dove of peace reveals itself to men
Although it often seems to’ve been delayed:
It can be shy, and finds its welcome when
True prayers of trust, like little stars arrayed,
Light up the people’s dark thoughts’ sky. Those stars
Provide much comfort when they’re born and rise,
Against despair and woeful words which mar –
With peace past understanding as the prize.
Thenceforth can many faith-filled flowers grow,
No matter which direction the winds blow.

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I Have Lived in Many Half-Worlds Myself

Upon reading “Flying Fish” by Carl Sandburg for the first time, I wrote this response. Sharing with DVerse Poets’ prompt, “A Conversation.”


I have lived in many half-worlds myself:
Something simultaneously hopeful and harrowing,
Days which are both depressive and lifted,
Days when despair drowns in floating faith

I have dreams in which I breathe
Under the seawater or up in the sky:
A wing thing. A fish thing.
Sometimes I have lived in that in-between —
And so I know you.


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