Monday Memories: God’s Mighty Fortress

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I awaken with a heavy heart today

Sleeping later than usual if I may


My thoughts are with those in dire need

Hoping their lives will blossom to please


When a person cares about others nearby

Feeling their sadness and sorrow going by


It causes me to really stop and think

Dashing my energy whenever I blink


I feel like running to those who suffer so

Forgetting the many miles that I must go


I reach for my Bible at this morning hour

Reading God’s word that forever towers


His amazing grace and love always fill me up

Plugging the vacuum of a sinner who’s corrupt


My Bible journey transports me to Psalm 31

Allowing the words to reach out, one by one


I pursue refuge with my almighty God, my Lord

Delivering to me His righteousness, like a sword


God has created a holy, mighty fortress for all

Carrying all of us to a safe place before we fall


Lord, remove me from this netting that holds thee

Allowing my troubles to fall as I drop to my knees


I extend my troubled hand out to His

Guiding me to bless Him and all that is


My Lord has redeemed me to stand firm

Sending me forth to help others in return

Waking up on a morning when my own heart was indeed very heavy, God transformed my attitude in His way.  Before writing this poem, I was reading a short devotional, and the Biblical text sent me to  Psalm 31:1-5.  Use the link to read these inspiring verses.


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From Psalm 5:11-12:  “But let all who take refuge in You rejoice; let them ever sing for joy.  Spread Your protection over them, so that those who love Your name may exult in You.  For You bless the righteous, O Lord; You cover them with favor as with a shield.”

Crying out to our Father

Praying, please hear our voices

Facing distress, listen O God

Standing here, our only choice


Bringing Holy Deliverance

Saving forsaken sinners

Abounding and steadfast love

Cooling sin, let it simmer


Taking a knee before God

Marking truthful paths with hope

Singing a new song, filled with joy

Walking along life’s tightrope


Knowing our thoughts, gracious God

Following His faithful love

Helping reconnect life’s dots

Rescuing from sin’s tight glove


Conductor shouts “All Aboard”

Covering us with God’s favor

Sending Grace, freely to all

Offering life with a new flavor

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Haiku Series #53 (Life)

Blessed Creation

Anxiously waiting

Mother and baby, just fine—

God’s BIG miracle

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New Toy

Please forgive the sound

Toy playing music again—

“Pop!  Goes the weasel”

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Needing a Bath

World Series Car Wash

Cars lining up to be cleaned—

Pitching perfection

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Elfchen Series #8 (Life)



All alone

Foster parents arrive

Bringing love and home


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Stay All Day


Cascading mist

Mysterious and peaceful

Filling up tranquility’s garden


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Competing agendas

Who is right?

Passionate debates step aside


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An Elfchen is a form of German-inspired poetry.  It is sometimes referred to as an Elevenie.  In German, Elfchen means “wee eleven.”  The poem is constructed with a total of eleven lines, distributed among five rows.  If you need more information, search the Internet for more about the basics of writing in this poetry genre.

Morning Waits

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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

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Haiku Series #52 (With God)


Seek life’s cornerstone

God’s Grace-filling foundation—

Turn eyes to Jesus

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The future comes now

From a darkened, empty tomb—

Death is arrested

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The Plan

Filling His cities

Offerings of Grace-filled hope—

Accept God’s “Game Plan”

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Monday Memories: Fairy Tale Dream

This poem has been updated from its original post from February, 2019.  Take note of a technique used in the style which links each pair of verses together.  

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Jack hurriedly climbs the lofty beanstalk

Hoping to take Cinderella out for a walk


Cinderella looks out her window, slightly bitter

Left with Little Boy Blue, her tiny, glass slipper


Little Boy Blue feels like enjoying an afternoon nap

Hearing Snow White calling awakens him in a snap


Snow White hopes the Seven Dwarfs hurry back

Fearing the Big Bad Wolf will hide her in his sack


The Big Bad Wolf plans to enjoy a scrumptious feast

Hiding from Little Jack Horner who lives in the East


Little Jack Horner feels too full to devour a pie

Leaving the sweets for Jill who says, “Oh my!”


Jill loses her footing, tumbling down and down

Causing Jack to wake up, with a sleepy frown


Little Jack’s wonderful dream felt pleasing and fine

Reminding him that more stories wait for next time