On Thanksgiving Day -2021-
We call to You the glorious Three-in-One
We praise You in verse in skill far from replete
You whose love makes our contentment complete.
Photo for Cee's FOTD challenge, November 25, 2021: Roses Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD): "Please feel free to post every day or when you you feel like it. Don’t forget that my FOTD challenge accepts gardens, leaves and berries as well as flowers."
A Badger Hexastitch is six lines of the following syllables in each: 2-4-6-6-4-2
Father,
Your love stays fresh
in my heart, cascading,
unfailing, quenching deep
my yearning for
You.
Photo for Cee’s Flower of the Day (FOTD)
When I feel blue
I think of You
*
As Shadows fall
I hear Your Call
*
Fears clutter the Night
I keep You in Sight
*
Pain on each Side
I in You Abide
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Christ is for me, my Life.
Sammi's WWP #236: This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 38 words using the word “Blue”. Punam's Ragtag Daily Prompt: "Clutter" Eugi's Weekly Prompt: "Shadows" Fandango's FOWC: "Life" Photo for Cee's FOTD challenge, November 21, 2021: Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD): "Please feel free to post every day or when you you feel like it. Don’t forget that my FOTD challenge accepts gardens, leaves and berries as well as flowers."
don’t rue the last days
of October’s calendar
when little goblins
seeking candies door-to-door
run, as parent lanterns glow
I remember taking our kids to Halloween parties hosted by people we knew, but only once or twice taking them trick or treating in our neighborhood, always hovering in the background, half-trepidatiously (is that a word?).
For Carrie's The Sunday Muse #184 -Join in!
Meditate
on God’s love
after: glow
Retro Haiku 3-3-3 Cee's FOTD, See the beautiful Autumn Mums on her site.Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD). "Please feel free to post every day or when you you feel like it. Don’t forget that my FOTD challenge accepts gardens, leaves and berries as well as flowers." Eugi's Weekly Prompt -- Afterglow -- October 14, 2021
I would be a leaf
in Thy kingdom, LORD,
to drink the glory of You.
In the portmanteau
compartments of life to carry
Your photons of life.
Replenished daily
by the fountains of Your love
sky-full, earth-replete.
Dancing in the wind
whose great power tender breathes
Your eternal joy.
Stormed by sorrow, strife
refuged by Your haven-wings;
exulting, there soar.
Haiku 5-7-5 Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt #228 – "Portmanteau" – exactly 59 words Cee's Flower of the Day (FOTD) - September 26, 2021
Genre: Fiction; Word count: 100 Come along and join in with Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle asks that we use the photo prompt (© Sandra Crook) and limit our words to 100 or less.
I counted them too, you know: every turn, every curve, every meter. Every pothole, aggravation, near disaster.
For what it’s worth, the load was never the point.
It was where I was going.
My only regret is you were stuck with me for every millimeter of it, and you hated it.
Life was too slow for you.
It was too fast for me.
I had a load to carry: responsibility to those who depended on me.
You were looking for an escape.
I was looking at the journey’s end.
I wish you could know now it was worth it.
Light seeking
In light enfolded
See joy unbounded
In chastening trials
God entrusting
Each dear petal
Leaf and root
Together joy.
For Cee's FOTD, September 2, 2021:See the gorgeous sunflower on Cee's site. Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD). "Please feel free to post every day or when you you feel like it. Don’t forget that my FOTD challenge accepts gardens, leaves and berries as well as flowers."
Now I know that poetry
is a razor blade
slipped into a caramel
dipped apple of
eve’s desire
sharp and tangy . . .
is as love’s wounding
rigor mortis of bites
ennui-soaked
languid post-mortem
of shamanic rites . . .
is a coroner’s tableau of victims
bodies stretched out on gurneys
for the inquest after the serial killer
slips free of the electric chair
because the judge knew his brother cain
at harvard law . . .
is hummingbirds and bats
dandelions, a lover’s hand
broken stalks, memories . . .
is my heart laid out across the sky
a constellation charted out of unknown
algorithms multiplied
to infinity
dove’s wings
rapidly beating
now.
Today Victoria is guest-hosting at dVerse: Meeting the Bar and asks us to write a "Solilo-Quoi?", paying extra attention to form or other poetic devices in our self-talk. Click Mr. Linky for more and join in.
Dear Rochelle and fellow Friday Fictioneers, This is my second stab at writing for this week’s prompt. I guess I must be out of practice: instead of fictioneering I ranted for a hundred words, posted then banished from inlinkz when I realized a piece of fiction it was not. Back to the photo prompt and finding my muse again. :>)
Genre: Fiction; Word count: 100 Come along and join in with Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle asks that we use the photo prompt and limit our words to 100 or less. Click on the frog to read more stories.
Andrea gripped her husband’s hand tightly as Grace ripped open the letter. It was from her birth mother. The fifteen-year-old had made them promise to give it to Grace when she too reached fifteen.
You were loved every moment I carried you. Just wanted you to know that. There won’t be a moment when I don’t love you.
Sighing, Grace looked up from the blunt, childish scrawl, a smile on her face.
“I believe her. She could have thrown me away like a piece of garbage. Speaking of which, Dad, can we get back to fixing up my motorcycle?”
This Jolly Beggar 