Treasure
T oday
I
R each
up to You,
E xpressing
my love and
A ppreciation
for the
S ecurity
I have in You.
U ltimately,
when my mind is troubled, I
R ely
on Your grace, love and mercy
E ach
and every day. Remind me to do that more.
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Treasure
T oday
I
R each
up to You,
E xpressing
my love and
A ppreciation
for the
S ecurity
I have in You.
U ltimately,
when my mind is troubled, I
R ely
on Your grace, love and mercy
E ach
and every day. Remind me to do that more.
Junea Excursion
With
some trepidation,
I
joined my excursion group.
I met
kind Melissa;
She’d
keep me in the loop.
It was
raining that day.
We had
to dress right,
Rain
proof coat and pants,
Warm hairband and gloves (white),
I hadn’t
been on a bike
For nearly
fifteen years.
I practiced
in the parking lot
And set
aside my fears.
So, we
were off, the twelve of us
In
line, like a train.
The
scenery was beautiful,
Even
in the rain.
We
rode along the highway
And
trails in the woods.
The
wet and cold weather
Made
us glad for hats and hoods.
We parked
bikes by a pretty lake,
Took
pictures of a glacier,
A waterfall
and golden trees,
A place
that one could savor.
I had
a few problems
With my
hair falling loose,
And my
glasses steaming up
Which
made me the caboose.
I
enjoyed the ride all in all
And I
had such fun.
But after
eight miles of it
I was
glad when we were done!
Up Early
Usually
the internet keeps me busy on my
PC.
Here I don’t have it, or reading material.
Early
to bed, early to rise
And
I’m not sure what to do.
Realizing
how much time I spend online.
Lord,
open my eyes and ears to
Your
hand and voice. I’m completely Yours.
In Juneau
It
seemed like every other
light
pole,
phone
pole,
or
barren tree
served
as a perch
for a
bald eagle.
They
used to be endangered.
Not so
much since 2007.
And
definitely not in Juneau.
It’s
still a thrill
to see
the six to eight feet wing span
glide through the blue sky.
Queasy
Quietly
rocking back and forth
Unsteady
on my feet
Away
we go!
Swells
growing
Yucky
feeling in my tummy
Happy Place
Relaxing
on ship room couch
Peering
through large window
Cliffs,
forests, houses go by
Blessed
and happy
I
seldom feel really happy,
But
I’m happiest
When I
travel.
Sailing Day
Gray
ocean stretches out to gray sky
Cold,
salty breeze
Smell
of fish and sea weed
Hum of
the motor
Wind
whistles
Rain
drops
Indentions
in water on balcony
Ship
rocks back and forth