Affection
I hear you making noise,
Expressing various joys, no words.
Your language like the birds,
Unknown even to nerds, you’re here.
Door opens, you appear.
Eye to eye, you come near, greet me,
By just stroking my cheek.
It’s my day of the week with you.
Resist!
The fight against evil is to resist
Resist the devil and his schemes
Schemes of destruction, theft and murder
Murder evil by God’s entrance and dreams
In this Quiet Hour
I hear the heater running,
Taking the nip from the air.
Seven AM and still dark,
In this quiet hour.
I calm my soul
And look to You.
I breathe in deeply.
My inner ear listens.
When the world
Sounds its cacophony,
There’d be no joy, except
For Your still, small voice.
Because of Jesus
And what He did on the cross
And rose again,
We commune together.
All my mess and flub ups,
The wrong attitudes and actions,
And what the world thinks doesn’t matter.
Now, there’s peace in my soul.
Independent message:
In this quiet hour,
My inner ear listens
For Your still, small voice.
We commune together.
Now, there’s peace in my soul.
Let’s Worship the Lord
Aim to please Holy God in all you do,
Name above all names, Jesus, Lord of all.
Same Spirit that raised Christ now lives in
you!
Famous and glorious, on Him we call.
Find a quiet moment and seek His face,
Mind completely centered on who He is—
Kind, merciful, holy, Love, full of grace.
Designed to worship Him, yes! we are His.
What God Wants
I want what
God wants.
But do I really
want it?
Maybe not.
But I want to
want it.
And I know
He can work
with that.
A Bobcat Limerick
Connie L. Peters
A bobcat’s a very cute
kitty
But it doesn’t belong in
the city
If you try to pet it
You’d soon regret it
His bite would be a great
pity
Canada Calls
We got the “feels” for some wheels to travel.
A train would be nice, rain, snow, or sunny.
We may go through some snow in Canada.
First, we ought, though it’s hot, go to Phoenix,
And next, we fly in the sky way up north.
We pour into a tour effort and cost.
We like to eat and greet new foods and folks.
For cold, we fold layers into luggage.
We toy with travel for the joy it brings.
We feel wired, then very tired day by day.
As days unravel, travel spurs us on.
Sis and I find our bliss world exploring.
We pray we will stay in shape as we age.
Rainy Memories
In summer, autumn, and then spring,
When Sis and I on the porch swing
Would listen to thrums like a train,
I dream, remembering the rain.
The wind would blow and muss our hair.
We’d cuddle in a blanket there.
It tapped on roof and window pane.
I dream, remembering the rain.
We’d laugh and talk of this and that
And breathe fresh air throughout our chat,
Until the sounds would fade and wane.
I dream, remembering the rain.
In summer, autumn, and then spring,
I dream, remembering the rain.
Costa Rica
Arenal volcano
Green, symmetrical cone
La Fortuna Waterfall
A 230 feet white zipper
Amidst giant broccoli-like hills
Of Ceiba, Corteza Amarilla Cedar, Balsa
Targuá, Guarumo, BurÃo Pylon, and Fig
The long hanging bridges of Mistico
Mischievous monkeys, tapirs, jaguars, sloths
Black and yellow or black and white toucans
With their long, orange sickle-like beaks,
Sandy beaches, crystal blue waters.
The map of Costa Rica looks like a crab.
Travel Fix
Looks like I’m on the move,
For the year twenty-six.
I need a travel-fix,
Get in a travel groove.
I hope He will approve.
New year will start up soon.
First month it’s Panama,
Then March it’s Canada,
Iceland perhaps in June,
In PA we’ll “re-une.”
I’ll take my camera.
But then we won’t be done,
Alaska, just for fun.
Downsizing
After I have made my escape,
Ruminating, what of my stuff?
Garage and all rooms, plans take shape,
Eliminating all the fluff.
Give away, sell, mar the landscape,
Ending here with only enough.
Bears
Bears are like children.
They like to eat.
They like to play.
They are curious.
They are cute.
They sometimes get into trouble
by breaking into a house,
or upturning trash cans,
or making a mess of birdfeeders.
I like bears,
but I wouldn’t want to meet one.
It might mistake me for a threat
Or a snack.
October nineteenth
Scraping frost off my windshield
Dreams of sunny beach
Anniversary Greeting
We stood in my yard that October day,
When the colorful leaves were at their best.
We promised each other to love and pray,
And then we raised our family out west.
So Happy Anniversary to you!
To the end, we’ll trust God to see us through.
As God Draws Near
Prayer provokes the enemy.
His anger blazes,
Ensnared, he has to flee.
God’s sweet Spirit amazes.
His comfort falls like rain.
Droplets form on the window of my soul.
He washes away my pain.
His love remains and I am whole.
To Honor God
We come together in worship singing to honor God,
As affectionate hearts soar and winging to honor God.
Hearts united in love, hope and joy offering their praises,
Assured before the throne, voices ringing to honor God.
The music and the singing uplift the name of Jesus.
The Holy Spirit moves, guiding and bringing honor to God.
Just as we are, we come before God, trading old for new.
Worldly cares on the altar we’re flinging to honor God.
He smiles and He speaks and He transforms dedicated hearts.
He whispers, Connie, my child, keep clinging to honor God.
Walking on the Gravel
All of my stupidities,
like gravel on my path,
lie before me.
If I focus on them,
staring at my feet and defeat,
I’ll bump into things
But if I walk on top of them
aware of them, but focused
on what’s before me,
the trees, buildings the sky,
aimed in the right direction,
I can step out in confidence.
Ennui
I would like to have someone adore me.
I know the Invisible One does.
He whispers His sweet everythings so tenderly.
I feel His embrace, but I desire someone with skin on.
Left up to my choice, I’d like someone I can see.
I need to focus, get rid of my brain fuzz.
I think of favorite colors: purple, blue, orange, snow pea.
At a glance, colors give me a buzz,
But not like romance on the sea.
I think of water lilies on a pond,
The sound of breeze whooshing gently.
I pencil in my thoughts just because.
My thoughts tumble about indiscriminately,
And lay claim on what at one time was.
The wings of my dreams fly merrily
Over an open field of memories, of which I’m fond.
A horse of a thought, ready to flee—
To be content in God’s love and then my wants He undoes.
Red Up
When Mom told us to red up the house,
we groaned, but didn’t think it unusual,
growing up in western Pennsylvania.
But moving out west to Nebraska,
then Wyoming, then Colorado,
if I mention the need to red up the house,
people look at me as if I had decided
to run out and buy buckets of paint
and turn my entire house scarlet.
Voice
Holy
Jesus, come!
Empty and refill
I seek the mind of Christ
today
He draws near and the
accuser runs away pell-mell
Breathe
Time ticks away, it’s getting late
Like Rabbit it’s important date
So silly Rabbit stops and prays
I’ll trust in God who guides my fate, now and always
Christmas turkey memories
Mom got up early
Dad was the one who carved it
Golden brown, tasty
All seven of us
We chowed down
Joy!
God,
In Christ,
I focus.
Holy Spirit,
May I hear Your voice.
Please, walk with me today.
Guide me in all that I do.
I stretch, write, clean, plan, love, cook, read,
Critique, drive, worship, love my husband.
And may everything be to Your glory.
Our Autumn Wedding on PA Lawn
Her hair was not
what she had dreamed.
Her dress was
borrowed from a friend.
Long-distance date
came to an end.
Two-thousand
miles, two years, they schemed.
They came together
as redeemed.
Leftover hippy, still
some wild,
He wore a beard,
no more a child.
Cream suit, white
shoes, no tux or tie.
They pledged
their love till one would die.
In Christ and Earth,
their date was filed.
