Yesterday Poetic Bloomings

Hebrews 13:8

 

Jesus Christ, always the same,

Yesterday, today and forever.

Salvation is in no other name.

Jesus Christ, always the same,

Sets us free from sin and shame.

Our bond, He will not sever.

Jesus Christ, always the same,

Yesterday, today and forever.

Prayer for Writing

 Resumption

 

So, I’m ready to restart my writing journey.

Oh, I have been writing forty-some years,

a poem a day for over twenty,

journaling every day.

 

But there are about twenty novels,

a plethora of picture books,

dozens of devotions

languishing on my computer.

 

Market books on my Kindle are waiting.

Self-publishers such as Amazon

have made publishing convenient.

There are oodles of options for websites.

 

I’ve been relearning how to think

by putting together 2000-piece jigsaw puzzles.

Set the framework, put in the easy pieces,

work consistently one piece at a time.

 

I’ve been reading devotions I have written

for a national online ministry twelve years

and I surprise myself.

I can see that the Lord helps me.

 

So help me Lord,

one piece at a time,

to finish my works, publish them,

and get them into the hands of readers.

 

May my forty-plus years of writing

not go to waste, but be used for Your glory,

for the encouragement of others,

and for lighting paths for wanderers.

Harvest, PAD 30

 

Weed Harvest

 

Well, I harvested the tall weeds

that have been growing in my front yard,

like Baah Baah Black Sheep three bags full,

three big, black, garbage bags full.

Now the city will see my weedless yard

and not fine me, and they might see

me hobbling around with sore muscles.

Pocket PAD 29

 

Poems For Your Pocket

 

Some poems are for your pocket.

They may be a plane or rocket,

Taking you to wondrous places

And fine unfamiliar faces.

 

Some poems are for your pocket.

Electrical like a socket.

Plug them in for some energy,

Charges with creativity.

 

Some poems are for your pocket,

Too big to wear in a locket.

They may bring back some memories

Of your loved ones with grace and ease.

 

Some poems are for your pocket

To take to wherever you go.

And they are lots of fun to share

With the people you meet and know.

love/antilove PAD 28

 Love’s Kaleidoscope

 

I loved you when I first saw you,

clapping and swaying in church,

when no one else was.

 

I loved you long distance,

letters and phone calls

over two years.

 

I loved you when I said I do,

one fine October day,

when I felt truly blessed.

 

I loved you for the next year,

as mutual twitterpation

carried us through.

 

I loved you through ups and downs,

and all the times

you didn’t love me back.

 

I loved you through your illnesses

when most women

would have been long gone.

 

Now, we’re “going for the gold”

and I love you now more than ever,

and even twitterpation is returning.

Fan PAD 27

 

Tajikistan

 

I’d like to go to Tajikistan.

And hike the mountains there called Fann.

The landscape looks like another planet,

with varied geology, mostly granite.

I wonder if, someday, I can

take a trek in Tajikistan.

Last Blank PAD 26, Window PB

 Last Time I Netflix Binge on Saturday Night

 

In Troas (Turkey)

the apostle Paul

preached after midnight

and a boy Eutychus

fell asleep and tumbled

out of the window

and died. But Paul,

raised him

from the dead.

 

This morning, I feel

like Eutychus

and I may not fall

out of a window,

but off my pew.

I may just die

of embarrassment.

How do you rise

from that?