How many changes came this century!
How much has changed in even 20 years!
Even in 5 or 10, world’s gone crazy,
Has given rise to unexpected fears.
Yet I believe in hope amid the tears.
Remember what has happened that is good,
And with a little courage — find what could.
I am sharing this poem, written yesterday, with Writers’ Pantry #5. Also, though I enjoyed posting every day in January, that’s too demanding to keep up with. However, maybe I will post more often this year than the last.
This is in response to FOWC: Scarce and JusJoJan day 27 (I can’t believe that we are in the final week!).
I wake, and does it seem a normal day?
Yet dazzling moments need not be in lack.
Let gratitude and open eyes allay
All fears of scarcity which hide in back
Of mind; let little, happy moments stack:
Begin with sunlight streaming through this pane
Of glass, and greenery in stark terrain.
When I set out to bring to life a poem,
I do not know beforehand how it ends,
I have not seen the place that it calls home.
To quite a nice surprise this poeming tends,
As mind with mystery beautif’lly blends.
The flair is all its own, my hand does write
Till this poem’s resting place is in our sight.
God leads his flock into a verdant land,
And they will graze where streams of water flow,
This is a promise from his loving hand,
Humanity need not fear to follow.
As ewes and rams with their good shepherd go
Because the way he guides they know is best,
They follow him to safety and to rest.
It is not right for people to cause hurt,
Nor to use words that they know will cause pain.
Immeasurably better is comfort,
However one’s reaction makes more rain:
The chatter in one’s head can drive insane.
Blame is a chain which binds in misery,
Forgiveness is the key to be set free.
When all seems blue, or maybe darkest green,
When light is lost, no one can see the sun,
In the deep forest, eyes can beauty glean,
The journey is not done but just begun,
Variety of life can truly stun —
And though eyes can’t yet see the sunlight shine,
It still exists above, redeemed design.
I wrote this poem today, in honor of the feast of the Epiphany, which commemorates when the Magi, the three wise men, came to worship the infant Jesus in Bethlehem. They brought gold, frankincense, and myrrh, symbolizing Jesus’ kingship, divinity, and future burial.
When it had risen, Magi saw a star,
And knew that they must come to see their King,
They traveled across many lands afar,
With them several precious presents bringing.
And where was found the Lord of everything?
The Bread of Life, in humble manger laid,
Foreshadowing the path to God He made.