Nightly dream
Taking midnight walk
Quiet time
Whispering thoughts talk
Nightly peace
Wakening clouds part
Moon shining
Warming lonely heart
Nightly quest
Peeling away soul
Light traces
Filling spirit whole
Nightly view
Crossing distant bridge
Darkness looms
Scaling lofty ridge
Nightly dream
Finishing each ride
Silence tames
Rising sunrise hides
Tomorrow is our permanent address.
An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
E. E. (Edward Estlin) Cummings (1894-1962) was a gifted American poet, writer, playwright, and essayist. Many regard him as one of the most influential poets of the 20th century.
From 1 Corinthians 2:4-5: “My speech and my proclamation were not with plausible words of wisdom, but with a demonstration of the Spirit and of power, so that your faith might rest not on human wisdom but on the power of God.”
World full of deception
Most lack understanding
Man lives with blind spirit
God’s Word seeks soft landing
Father’s knowledge revealed
Prepared with divine love
Shared through Holy Spirit
From heaven’s depths above
Man’s spirit lacks vision
Missing truth of God’s Word
Pride hinders man’s access
Spirit’s teachings transferred
Filling man’s hungry mind
Scripture’s truth, Spirit brings
Living in mind of Christ
God’s wisdom always clings
From 1 Corinthians 2:12-13: “Now we have received not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit that is from God, so that we may understand the gifts bestowed on us by God. And we speak of these things in words not taught by human wisdom but taught by the Spirit, interpreting spiritual things to those who are spiritual.”
Faith is not in what Jesus says but in Himself; if we only look at what He says we shall never believe.
From Luke 18:41-43: “‘What do you want me to do for you?’ He said, ‘Lord, let me see again.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Receive your sight; your faith has saved you.’ Immediately he regained his sight and followed him, glorifying God; and all the people, when they saw it, praised God.”
Worries and fears grow
Never-ending appetite—
Consuming spirit
In darkest of times
Winning race with final push—
Running with boldness
Day’s delightful pause
Joyous memories drop in—
Dancing in one’s heart
The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all of the other ages you’ve been.
Because we fail to listen to each other’s stories, we are becoming a fragmented human race.
Madeleine L’Engle (1918-2007) was an American writer and poet who frequently wrote about her Christian faith as well as her interest in modern science.
Do you enjoy writing or reading poetry? Most of the posts on Big Sky Buckeye are filled with poetry, but I also share short stories, photography, and a few surprises along the way. You are invited to sit a spell and find something you like. I enjoy sharing my curiosity through my writing. You are welcome to like, comment, follow, share, or reblog a post.
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Greetings Big Sky Buckeye readers! I am heading to my native state of Montana on Wednesday (January 19), and I will not return back to my home in Ohio for about a month. My mother is recovering from surgery to repair a broken hip, and she needs help from my wife and I. New posts will continue through Thursday. While I am away, I will be turning off my comments until I return. I appreciate everyone’s patience and please take care.
Each Tuesday shares another opportunity to post a series of short poems, which are written in the Japanese-inspired style of Haiku. Each week the theme varies, and today’s revolves around how life allows us to manage “Stepping Forward.”
In addition to my writing, view another journal entry posted on January 18 in From My Journal. While Big Sky Buckeye enjoys writing poetry and short stories, much of his journal writing is inspired from reading and commenting on other blogger’s posts.
You are invited to read a quote updated on January 18 from thoughts shared from the words of American writer and poet Madeleine L’Engle. She delivers a message filled with enjoying our maturing lives as well as making our listening a priority.
Here’s my Baker’s Dozen, featuring 13 of my recent writings from the past couple of weeks. Each post is linked to take you right to its location. Other poems, short stories, and feature writings can be found in the archives (found at the top of the page), which will be updated frequently with past selections. Enjoy!
Sitting eerily silent after these forgotten years
The abandoned firehouse rests without fears
Remaining alive, vivid memories reign again
Quietly remembering all that had once been
Rising above a busy street, the firehouse stands
Firefighters arrive on deck, with powerful hands
Living quarters on the second floor make due
Firefighters’ labors never seem quite through
Recalling a flawless safety record that shines
Teamwork and training work together just fine
Feeling safe, homes and merchants live nearby
They all witness courage as every day races by
Filling the ground floor, two red engines wait
The ensuing alarm will signal their next fate
Waiting side by side . . . shiny, clean, and bright
Pumper and ladder engines, eager to take flight
Providing basic firefighting is the pumper’s place
While the ladder reaches high floors, just in case
Visiting a nearby grade school one October day
The ladder engine shows off in a marvelous way
Encouraging children ask the ladder to go high
Accommodating firefighters look prepared to fly
Returning to the firehouse, a calm and inviting sight
An alarm goes out, both engines prepare for the fight
Sliding down a pole, firefighters destined for action
Their special clothing assembled, ready in a fraction
Rolling out to the street, piercing sirens wail
These seasoned warriors intend never to fail
Weaving through traffic, the engines arrive in time
Quick response calms the fire before it can climb
Remembering the past, the excitement is long done
The old firehouse stands ready for one final, fire run
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In life we come upon different perspectives, and this leads to even more self-discovery.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated January 18)
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
I could live almost completely in imagination.
American poet Louise Gluck (born 1943) is widely recognized for her unique style and poetic voice. She has received numerous awards including the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2020 and the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1993.
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