Monday morning blast
Inundated, overwhelmed—
Is it Friday yet?
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Blissful morning dreams
Road closure . . . detour ahead—
Alarm clock ringing
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Businesses open
Light traffic, just a few sales—
Most staying at home
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Many of my teaching years were spent in Montana where the entire community took pride in their schools, and everyone shared responsibility in raising and educating their children. Some of my stops included Plevna, Corvallis, and Circle.
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A child is born into a world foreign and new
Arriving today with a brighter future to view
Long before a child enters school year number one
Blessings come from many for a daughter or a son
Parents bring the beginning of learning home each day
Offering nurturing love and teaching with plenty of play
Others step in to provide valued assistance along the way
Teaching from grandparents and others with much to say
A book becomes a timely, precious, and vital gift
Learning to read will open up a life—never adrift
The pre-school years finally arrive and go
Seeking ways to seek, discover, and grow
A Sunday school teacher speaks of God’s love
Enriching a young heart with Spirit from above
Kindergarten and elementary school now await
Inspiring and faithful teachers remain at its gate
Yes, it always takes an entire village to teach a child
Educating a young mind each day, makes God smile
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From 1 Peter 2:25: “For you were going astray like sheep, but now you have returned to the shepherd and guardian of your souls.
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Like sheep, we wander astray
Turning away from our Lord
Feeling harassed and helpless
Sheep lost, by our own accord
God lays a new cornerstone
Our Good Shepherd, Holy Son
Calling us, hearing His voice
His work will never be done
Leading us, on this right path
Following His voice, love flows
With Him, we shall never want
Restoring souls, we all grow
Good Shepherd, loving His sheep
Bringing comfort, rod and staff
Green pastures, nourishing us
Still waters, on our behalf
Jesus, loving Good Shepherd
Unblemished, Lamb of God casts
Body and blood on that Cross
Risen Savior, His hope lasts
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From Christian author, W. Phillip Keller: “It takes some of us a lifetime to learn that Christ, our Good Shepherd, knows exactly what He is doing with us.”
I read The Columbus Dispatch every Sunday, and I appreciate its objective reporting and coverage of local and state issues as well as national news. Using some headlines from the past couple of weeks, this poem is crafted to give you a glimpse of life. A similar post, New Flash, was posted about a year ago.
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Learning to survive, food cart vendor relocates to new place
Sights, sounds, smell–remaining the same at his new space
Playing accordion from his apartment’s stoop
Neighbors appreciate, spirits no longer droop
Growing a family’s vegetable garden this spring
Fresh air, saving money with a harvest to bring
Parking silent airplanes at far too many airports
Not so friendly skies viewed in shocking reports
Scheduling virtual medical appointments for next week
Telemedicine brings seismic shift with new techniques
Facing uncertain fall semester, colleges standing by
Hiring freezes and furloughs deliver agony and cries
Adopting distance learning challenges America’s schools
Some students missing special help and technology tools
Switching over to virtual college visits this summer
Zoom becomes social distancing’s new drummer
Appreciating entertainment from comedy superstars
Virtual comedy shows now sharing laughs from afar
Missing daily routines, spring sports coaches feel sidelined
Life without athletics, coaches alone and missing the grind
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Ford
Fastback pony
Classic sports car
Steve McQueen drives “Bullitt”
Mustang
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Memory
Which file?
What’s his name?
Calling secretary for help
Fallible
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Losing
Stubborn pounds
Clothes too big
Time for shopping spree
Winning
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An Elfchen is a German-inspired form of poetry. A total of eleven words are contained in the poem with a pattern using one, two, three, four, and one.
Looking outside from the kitchen table offers a view each morning of how our Lord presents each day as a precious gift. Here is a mini sonnet which witnesses a foretaste of the feast to come.
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Viewing the early morning
Welcoming each libation
Peering from kitchen’s window
Witnessing God’s creation
Growing greener, grass below
Blooming, flowers spelling love
Witnessing creative hands
Working each day from above
Taking in this peaceful scene
Witnessing each day’s foretaste
Blessing each feast, more to come
Tasting moments, without haste
Witnessing God’s daily Grace
Making life a happy place
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From Lutheran Communion liturgy, Christ’s people sing: “Grace our table with Your presence, and give us a foretaste of the Feast to come.”
This poem is inspired from viewing one of the posts from Alex Markovich Art. His Watercolor Sketch 43 stopped me in my writing tracks. Check out his site for further watercolor sketches, Russian postcards, and much more. There are plenty of incredible images.
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Walking this lonely road
Losing count of each step
Packing life’s hefty load
Careful not to misstep
Miles of infinite road
Where will it finally end?
Life scanned, like some bar code
What lies around the bend?
Few answers on this road
Walking day after day
Needing life to reload
Feeling like nature’s prey
Danger lurks on this road
Always staying alert
Life delayed in safe mode
Old, worn boots kicking dirt
Life resembles this road
Challenges come and go
Heavy, infinite load
Never walking too slow
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In the dawn twilight
Windows open, nature wakes up—
Chorus of song birds
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Beautiful city
Welcoming flowering trees—
Spring’s barometer
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Geese flying overhead
Echoing in morning dawn—
Nature’s alarm clock
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Lying wide awake during a lonely, rainy night
Hearing the moisture-rich drops taking flight
Trying to return to a dreamy sleep, without much pause
Failing because of music, those steady drops will cause
Remembering Eddie Rabbitt’s song of a beautiful sight
Declaring once again, he truly loves another rainy night
Imagining each rainy drop bouncing about
Wetting the ground with its showery clout
Rolling eyes over walls of a darkened room
Realizing morning light will arrive very soon
Recalling rainy mirages, memories hidden in the past
Hoping this precious rain shower will continue to last
Thinking of growing puddles, continuing to flow about
Watching rapid flash flooding, with creeks spilling out
Driving down a wet, shiny road with lights burning bright
Blinding radiance bounces back to impair one’s eyesight
Wondering where seldom-used umbrella went
Requiring it now, despite being twisted and bent
Smelling the soft fragrance of a summer rain
Realizing its sweet fullness will slowly wane
Allowing the steady patter of rain to sing
Falling asleep before the new day brings
Dreaming of future adventures in a drizzle so wet
Knowing it will offer more than anything seen yet
Here is a link to the unforgettable Eddie Rabbit singing “I Love a Rainy Night.”
This short poem is inspired from two different hymns: “Lord, Speak to Me, That I May Speak” and “I Love to Tell the Story.”
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Telling His true story
Jesus, His glory reigns
Unseen, heaven above
Breaking sinful chains
Hungering and thirsting
Weary, endless despair
Message of Salvation
Answering these prayers
Firm rock, speaking to thee
Living echoes of hope
Children, lost and alone
Faith walking life’s tightrope
Hidden depths, troubled sea
Precious wisdom fills thee
Hearing His glowing words
Loving hand calms the sea
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One of my favorite hymns is “Earth and All Stars” which we sang many times at my former church in Montana. Here is a link for the hymn:
Do you have a favorite hymn (an old favorite or a more current one)? Let’s have a discussion in the comments.
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