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.

 

 

Beneath the Past #poetry

sf houses golden gate

I touched a place

I hadn’t wandered in a year

my ten-year old me

painful memories so near

I meandered through a wood

it had been too long

I lay beneath the breeze

heard familiar old songs

I looked for a friend

gone too long ago

she reached out her hand

and took me in tow

I visited old people

they fit like a glove

“thanks” a small word

when they shower you with love

I touched a place

I hadn’t wandered many a year

I stood in old shoes

scar’s lessons – need not fear

shoes

 

Poets United Midweek Motif is prompting us to write about Recovery. There are so many forms of recovery. We can recover from physical ailments, addictions, or pain inflicted by others. What does recovery mean to you?

 

 

 

 

What I Learned from a Child #devotion #poetry

 “And he said:“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”

~Matthew 18: 3 & 4

Today I walked where a child journeyed

I was whisked up into the breeze

colorful wings sprouted

I flew in fantasy

Today I rode a wooden horse

but you would never know

the journeys that we travelled

as knights from long ago

Today I laughed with a child

light and color flashed in the skies

we dug a tunnel to a new world

where giants had blue eyes

Tomorrow I’ll wing up toward heaven

look down at you with a smile

never letting go of the memories

love I learned from the heart of a child

smiles of a child

Jesus loved children and told us we needed to be like children to enter the kingdom – why?

Children have an uncanny ability to care about things. One little girl I knew brought home every animal (and bug) that was hurt or broken; she could’nt bear the suffering of creatures.

Children are innocent – they have not tasted of the world’s evil.

Children see everyday things with special even profound meaning: an old tree becomes a castle, a creek becomes an ocean that transports fairies.

Children have an ability to love – really love. Their love isn’t based on what the person’s net worth is or the way they are dressed; they see into the heart.

Proverbs 17:22 – A merry heart doeth good [like] a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

Psalms 126:2 – Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, The LORD hath done great things for them.

Proverbs 15:13 – A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.

Psalms 32:11 – Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all [ye that are] upright in heart.

Proverbs 17:17  A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

1 Peter 1:22  Having purified your souls by your obedience to the truth for a sincere brotherly love, love one another earnestly from a pure heart,

1 John 4:7  Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.

Those big eyeballs remind me to look really hard for a way to love others – no matter who they are and to look at life the way that children do.

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Envelop Me #poetry #photography

inside envelope

Today, I wrote a letter

tis true

sealed words so dear

but I cannot tell you here

someone might with feelings play

and cruelly give away

for those are cherished

meant for you

sealed and stuck with glue

Today I wrote a letter

tis true

 

 

The Daily Post Photo challenge is Enveloped