Today’s poem is a cherita, inspired by JusJoJan and FOWC: Instead. In a way, this is also a response to Rumi’s well-known poem “The Guest House.” The poem is a good reminder, even though I don’t always want to hear it. Sometimes I feel like screaming, “But I don’t want any guests!!!” Without any further ado…. Continue reading
This is a photo of my family’s Christmas tree this year, along with the angel that we always put at the top. We have had this angel for as long as I can remember, probably since before I was born.
The angel came to announce
The nativity of salvation,
Not for those already virtuous
But for those willing to renounce
Their pride, to trust
In the Creator of creation:
Glorious is the Incarnation!
The one year (that I can recall) that my family did not put up our tree, along with the angel, is when we spent Christmas with my grandparents. That year, we chopped down a tree ourselves and topped it with a Santa hat.
This décima is for Ronovan’s current challenge, with the word “knock” in one of the A lines.
Open up your constructed box,
Open up your exhausted heart:
God does not want to stay apart,
Jesus stands at the door and knocks.
On the outside there are no locks
Nor even a knob, for Him to turn —
To eat with you He always yearns,
Yet waits for you to let him in.
It’s never too late to begin,
No willing soul He ever spurns.
Yesterday, my friend had a small party, and one of the activities we did was paint along to a Bob Ross painting tutorial. I had heard of him but never tried one of those videos. Anyway, my finished painting inspired this free-verse poem, because it is not very good! I’m rather embarrassed about it (so I am sharing it with the internet 😂). Continue reading
It’s late, but I haven’t posted today. I have written a lot about today’s feast day in the Roman Catholic Church, the Exaltation of the Holy Cross. For more information, click here. This is just one of the poems inspired by that today.
Save us through Your cross, O Lord,
Toss aside our sins,
With the Spirit in our hearts
All expected facts reversed,
A curse made glorious:
Died but then risen again,
Splinters from this painful tree
Lead to healing, making free.
Take the looming inevitability of death and taxes —
Give back to the community to live longer,
More happily and in memory; better to live forever
With the Holy Trinity in ineffable Heaven —
Caesar can keep his money. It tarnishes eventually.
Give to Caesar what is his, to God what is God’s.
This décima is for Ronovan’s challenge: prize, and is also partly inspired by Fandango’s dog days of August day #7: “something you found.” It’s hard to tell a whole story in just 10 short lines, but I wrote this about perseverance through disappointment and continuing to believe in oneself.
Gymnast’s next tournament approached,
Quickly she was on a mission:
Outperform all competition,
So she trained hard, expertly coached.
That day, her nerves on skills encroached:
Sadly she tumbled to the ground;
But got back up — might not astound,
But greater than the golden prize
Was the light shining in her eyes,
For no fall shook confidence found.