The soul is silent. If it speaks at all it speaks in dreams.
Some of us make our own light: a silver leaf like a path no one can use.
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.
Entrusting
Holy Father
Repenting for transgressions
Life’s new page turns
Righteousness
Accepting
Father’s guidance
Follow with obedience
Walking life’s new season
Faithfulness
Desiring
Father’s world
Honoring His covenant
Grace breathes new life
Deliverance
This series of poems (written in the German-inspired style of Elfchen or Elevenie) shares a total of eleven words in each poem, with a sequence by line of one, two, three, four, and one words.
The more reverence we have for the Word of God, the more joy we shall find in it.
From Isaiah 40:8: “The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand forever.”
Bed and Breakfast invites
Weekend relaxation
Away from city lights
Delightful plantation
Pace of life taking pause
Shangri-La’s sweet bouquet
Morning’s welcoming hosts
Breakfast’s homemade entrees
Warm hospitality
Conversation and more
Informal ambience
Window view of lakeshore
Scene repeating each day
Taken from writer’s prose
Like reading Hemingway
Fragrance of blooming rose
Enchanted visit ends
More memories to write
Return engagement booked
Weekend’s welcome starlight
Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.
A day of worry is more exhausting than a week of work.
Englishman John Lubbock (1834-1913) spent much of his life in the family banking enterprises. However, he is well-known for his contributions to politics, science and philanthropic efforts.
From Matthew 28:19-20: “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything that I have commanded you. And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”
Forgettable years adding up
Spiritual health needs checkup
Winter’s never-ending season
Now asking, “What is life’s reason?”
Empty heart filling with sorrow
God not waiting for tomorrow
Lost on dusty shelf, answer speaks
Holy Bible verses now seek
God’s guiding hands open each page
Grace unlocking life’s gloomy cage
Gospels speak of Messiah’s love
Son journeys to earth from above
Jesus speaks truth with conviction
Mercy’s faith heals each affliction
Son of God tells of one to come
Spirit beating hope’s steady drum
Lord’s Advocate, incessant voice
Each day fills with His divine choice
Trust and obey our Triune God
Righteousness shatters sin’s facade
Unforgettable years beaming
Spiritual health now gleaming
From 2 Corinthians 13:13: “The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with all of you.”
Only He can guide you to invest your life in worthwhile ways. The guidance will come as you “walk” with Him and listen to Him.
From Psalm 37:23-24: “Our steps are made firm by the Lord, when He delights in our way; though we stumble, we shall not fall headlong, for the Lord holds us by the hand.”
Nothing ever small
Dreaming, another novel—
Writing with bigness
Pick baseball or golf
Swinging for fences or greens—
Which swing shall I use?
Congress at impasse
Where’s spirit to compromise?
Buried long ago
Too bad all the people who know how to run this country are busy running taxicabs or cutting hair.
I look to the future because that’s where I’m going to spend the rest of my life.
American comedian and actor George Burns (1896-1996) was one of the few entertainers to successfully navigate from vaudeville to radio, and then to film and television. One of the joys of his life was his marriage to fellow comedian, Gracie Allen.
Morning arrives, but not really too sure
Mysterious blanket stretches overnight
Thick, silent fog covers, dense and pure
It’s no wonder, not a single soul in sight
Tree tops arise above this soupy fog
Creek bottoms with clouds, so dense
While the sun waits, taking a long jog
Waiting on nature, makes huge sense
School delays pop up on the morning news
Students appreciate an extra hour of sleep
Busses wait, roads totally hidden from view
Headaches for parents, their day in a heap
Calmness and stillness thrive without wind
Street lights linger awhile, as if it is night
Damp, low clouds bring their mist to send
Out of focus, a hazy light ponders flight
Nearby airports close, everyone “socked in”
On the big lake, a lighthouse shines bright
Sky’s ceiling drops lower, gloominess within
Warning all of danger, fog covers the light
Small town’s main street, deserted to all
Pair of tiny car lights, puncture through
Darkness filling with gloom, as it crawls
Local police look out, very little to view
Deciding to wait awhile to do his chores
There is time for another cup of brew
A rancher returns for coffee and more
His wife’s cinnamon rolls, ready on cue
Morning waits, fog thicker than momma’s soup
Better the early birds, hang out in their coop
