Happy

 

Losing Christmas pounds

I do a happy dance

Dance till I lose more

Happy

 

Happy-g0-lucky

Yielded to the Lord’s care

No fear of future

Happy blank, Poetic Asides, Chanso

Happy Place

 

When hiking through the woods with friends

Admiring pines, cliffs, and blue sky

And watching elk run through the field

Fresh air to breath, a mountain high

 

My travels whether near or far

Boat rides, jet planes, fast trains, ebikes

Exploring castles and old towns

Cliffs, oceans, deserts, forest hikes

 

When happy children get along

And give me pictures that they made

When puppies and cute kittens play

Relaxing with friends in the shade

 

A difficult project completes

“We’d like to publish this,” email

Painting, writing, dancing on porch

Good conversation, lots to tell

 

An extra pound or two is lost

A healthy, satisfying meal

Hot tea with cream and sugar cubes

Nice clothes that fit with a good feel

 

When singing hymns, making up tunes

A movie with some fine romance

Worship at church and hubby’s hugs

A cheerful song with which to dance

 

Understanding, encouragement

And people with a humor bent

 

Morning Prayer

 Changing Focus

 

In the stillness of the morning

Thoughts whirl about

Some confused, regretful,

Fearful, disappointed, abrasive.

So I turn to You, Lord.

Come in and bring your peace

Give me clarity

Gratefulness

Boldness

Positivity

And kindness.

 

I love You and am called to Your purpose.

Thank You for working everything out

for my good.

 

In the stillness of the morning,

I look to You,

not my own shortcomings,

but to You who are loving, forgiving,

powerful, pure and holy.

Lord, help me think and be more like Jesus.

cyrch a chwta

 Blessing

 

Wishing you a day that’s fine

Warmly from this heart of mine

A day bright with full sunshine

Fun friends with whom you can dine

When wishes and dreams align

Success where your goals incline

On you, may the Lord God smile

 All the while as His design

One Day Poetic Bloomings

 

One Day

 

One day, I’ll be thin again.

One day, I’ll complete a novel in verse.

One day, I’ll finish and publish my novels.

One day, I’ll get my website up.

One day, I’ll play the ukelele well.

One day, I’ll speak Spanish fluently.

One day, I’ll habitually paint plein air.

One day, I’ll buy a kayak.

One day, I’ll buy an ebike.

One day, I’ll go to Australia.

One day, I’ll visit Israel.

One day, I’ll explore Iceland.

One day, I’ll see Niagara Falls.

One day, none of that will matter.

Or will it?

Will the seeds I plant here grow to fruition?

Will there be good fruit?

One day, I’ll know.

cethramtu rannaigechta moire

 Eyes Have It

 

Surgery

Hurting eye

Hurting head

I won’t lie

 

It’s been bad

A great trial

I can see

So I’ll smile

 

Pain will go

I’ll forget

Suffering

But not yet

 

It’s still fresh

Not quite done

Look ahead

To some fun

 

Thank You, Lord

For my eyes

And the docs

They’re so wise

 

Heal me now

This I pray

You’re my hope

You’re my way