I Choose Life #sundaydevotion #poetry

misty-path

a fork in the road

threw indecision my way

left or right

a price to pay

one path almost spoke

come here and walk

you’ll never regret

the pleasures Ive wrought

the other was narrow

with pebbles and leaves

golden light flickered

warming the trees

I reached out my gaze

took my first step

years that was now

many pilgrims Ive met

heaven’s gate is beyond

to a world free of strife

I owe it all to that path

it gave me new life

Life's gate

The “gate” in the Bible is mentioned like the fork in the road. There is a broad gate to destruction people are distracted by  stuff, pleasure, and gain but the end result is eternal pain.  There are trials, stumbling, disappointment when you walk through narrow gate but at the end is rejoicing where Jesus awaits.

“Make every effort to enter through the narrow door. For many, I tell you, will try to enter and will not be able. After the master of the house gets up and shuts the door, you will stand outside knocking and saying, ‘Lord, open the door for us.’

But he will reply, ‘I do not know where you are from.’

Luke 13:24 & 25

Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the way that leads to life, and only a few find it.

Matthew 17: 13 & 14

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”

John 14:6

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Time of Year #holidays #photography #haiku

colorful doormen

favorite cookies baking

red green accents

Whether it’s spices, poinsettia with garland, or 12 ft tall nutcrackers we all things that signify the holidays for us. What are yours???

The WordPress Photochallenge  prompt is:”Time of Year” or ” it’s not this time of year without…”

Out of Focus #poetry #blackfriday

bw-tulip

When creatures of the blue

breech waves in the sea

I am pre-occupied

too busy nothing do I see

the newest forest creature

fawn’s wide and open eye

beauty rarely matters

nature passes by

I do keep thorough ledgers

I listen to all the news

watching every action

know what celebrities will do

the colors of the rainbow

wasted, nearly spent

searching for more zeros

I will count each, every cent

walk while never looking

over iphone I’m mesmirized

never saw earth’s child

the beauty in her eyes

from the rise of misty dawn

to dusk’s golden glow

I’ll never bow down

kiss the fragrant rose

*

lost is purpose

man forges gold mountain

blind to beauty

 

 

Giving Thanks #thanksgiving

red-fall

With open hands tho little here

I offer thanks this time of year

tho seasons change and winds grow cold

 there’s warmth in smiles of young and old

kindled kindness shared with all

warmly given every fall

gifts of heart like waters flow

from these pools love can grow

foul the water where anger prevails

no tears can quench harsh travails

come look up on bended knee

bountiful is God’s beauty

Today in the United States we celebrate Thanksgiving. It may to some be represented in the food eaten but in our hearts it is for the freedoms we enjoy.

 

 

Behind the Elevator #poetry #photography

hall

Beckoned to the mystery

something I might dread

there has to be something

behind the hallway of my head

my finger shudders, lingers

on THE button slowly now

once I press it “Open”

“Close” may not be allowed

my hand makes the decision

reason swirls with dismay

one thing I can tell you

I’ll never be the same

If I told you what I found there

you’d be in a tangle too

but I signed a special paper

you’ll wish in part you knew

the question now arises

where am I am I not

if you knew the answer

you’d stand to lose alot

Wishing all the Poet’s United folks a happy Wednesday and Happy Thanksgiving (for those who are celebrating) and thanks Sumana for the prompt “Hyperbole.”

 

 

Bluster and Blow #autumn #tanka

Novel treatment – Using an unusual or original poetic conception

Among the 26 examples is the poem by Fujiwara Motozane (ca 950) from the Shinkokinshū, #11:1060:

namidagawa / mi mo uku bakari / nagaruedo / kienu wa hito no / omoi narikeri

a river of tears
floats my body off
on its current
but it cannot quell the fire
you have set in my heart

As we look closer to this tanka (or waka) we can see in the first lines what is meant here “a river of tears floats my body off” This sounds unusual, but it is used for poetic conception to make the emotion stronger in this tanka.

leaves-falling

wind playing the blues

all color runs together

trees stripped bare

crows circle on backs of leaves

imagination takes flight

Thanks to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai and the inspiring Tanka challenge.

To all my friends I have taken a longer than expected haitus as we finish a remodel, a sale and a move. I realize this tanka (unintentionally) symbolize my life as my colors have all turned into cardboard box brown. ~ Namaste