Popping Up
Thank You, Lord,
That as I come to You,
Not only in the morning
But throughout the day,
I become less stressed,
And joy, peace, patience, hope, and love
Pop up like bluebells, columbine,
and Indian paintbrush
on the mountainside.
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Popping Up
Thank You, Lord,
That as I come to You,
Not only in the morning
But throughout the day,
I become less stressed,
And joy, peace, patience, hope, and love
Pop up like bluebells, columbine,
and Indian paintbrush
on the mountainside.
If I had Time to Write
“If I had time to write,”
I’ve heard so many say.
But with me, I think,
writing’s here to stay.
If I had time to write
is like, If I had time to breathe
If I had to sleep at night
Or time to brush my teeth.
If I had time to take a bath
If I had time to eat
If I had time to get dressed
If I had time to watch TV.
Writers write.
That’s what they do.
I’m a writer.
Are you?
We Lay Awake
We lay awake for a long time,
And knew that gifts we liked to shake
Would wait till out of bed we’d climb.
We lay awake.
All five girls did what it would take
For Christmas day to turn out fine.
And Mom put turkey on to bake.
To sleep so long seemed a bad crime.
Yes, hurry Dad, for goodness sake!
We waited long to hear, “It’s time!”
We lay awake.
Amazing God
The Christmas story
The angel and Mary
The angel and Zecharia
The shepherds,
The heavenly host.
the star, the wisemen.
An amazing story,
A beautiful story
by an amazing and beautiful God.
I worship You.
May all I think, say and do
be from a heart of worship.
My watch
Counts time, steps, miles
Takes blood pressure, heart rate,
Temperature, calorie count
O2
Morning
My quiet time
Meditating, praying
Getting sorted out for the day
Hopeful
Time
T icks by, second by second.
I nsistent in its passing.
M oving onward toward
E ternity. Tick, tick, tick.