Perseverance

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Perseverance is her nickname

Tenacity ignites her flame

A young gymnast spends hours sharpening her skills

Improving a challenging routine stirs up a giant thrill

Her practices have been going well thus far

Showing tireless energy to conquer the bars

Recent meets have brought a challenge her way

Missing the giant on the uneven bars both days

Perseverance is her nickname

Tenacity ignites her flame

This Level 7 gymnast travels to her next meet

Hoping the Warrior Challenge will bring a feat

She will compete today in three events plus the bars

Believing in her athletic destiny as she arrives by car

The judges will be looking for routines to score the best

Expecting to assess poise and skills that pass the test

Perseverance is her nickname

Tenacity ignites her flame

This determined gymnast competes with renewed poise

Warming up, she seems oblivious to the crowd’s noise

Her bars warm-up finishes exceedingly well

Feeling her inner confidence grow and swell

It’s her turn to show the best she can be

Nailing the giant at last for judges to see

Perseverance is her nickname

Tenacity ignites her flame

 

I have several grandchildren, whom all make me very proud.  This poem honors my then 11-year old granddaughter who is a very accomplished gymnast.  She has moved up to Level 7 and enjoys competing at this higher level.  

 

Precious and Transforming Grace

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God sends amazing grace freely to all

Offering to save sinners aren’t we all?

Jesus died on an old rugged cross for our salvation

Giving all of us a true path for avoiding temptation

There are no gifts greater than God’s grace

Flowing from His love, making no mistake

The Bible teaches all of us to follow the “Grace Path”

Justifying through faith in Christ keeps us on track

The righteous live each single moment by faith

Feeling God’s rich grace, so delicious to taste

Apostle Paul, a sinner like us, received mercy and life

Writing about God’s plan, he is freed from all strife

God fine tunes our hearts to receive his treasured gift

Redeeming love and grace keep us from running adrift

All we need is faith to live without harm

Running to God’s waiting and loving arms

Grace is a precious gift for all people to receive

Running from an enemy who continues to deceive

Abraham’s faith brings God’s great promise to light

Believing, he followed his Lord without any fright

Be content with what daily life throws at us

Raising up Christ to believers without any fuss 

Christ’s sacrifice and resurrection burn bright

Allowing our faith to grow and never lose sight

Grace is given freely through Christ, from our Father

Replacing our works with daily faith without any bother

God opposes the proud, bringing His grace to the humble

Restoring, supporting, and strengthening when we stumble

Lord, relieve our uncertainties and lead us homeward

Abounding and steadfast love will carry us forward

God transforms sinners through His gift of grace

Following Christ will bring our lives to a proper place

All look to the Lord, His awesome wonder astounds

Sending grace by faith through Christ will abound

God sends amazing grace freely to all

Offering to save sinners aren’t we all?

 

It is amazing and insightful to find so many references of God’s grace in scripture as well as hymns.  These resources helped with the writing of this poem.  May all of you accept God’s free gift of grace.

Perfection

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Perfection Defined:

The condition of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects.

 

Striving for absolute perfection proves to be elusive

Life provides few examples that are always conclusive

 

Perfection in bowling

Rolling 12 strikes in a row

 

Perfect school attendance

No absences during an entire school year

 

Perfect gymnastics performance

Scoring an “improbable” 10.0

 

Perfect school exam score

All questions answered correctly

 

Perfect completion of a crossword puzzle

Every square correctly filled in

 

Perfect game in baseball

Pitcher retires all batters—no one reaches first base

 

Perfect grades in school

All A’s . . .  4.0 GPA

 

Standards have been made to measure perfection

Challenging all to achieve for greater satisfaction

Individual actions and results to be told

Defining a level of perfection to behold

 

A “perfect” vacation

What makes it the best ever?

 

A “perfect” photograph

What makes this image so brilliant?

 

A “perfect” job

What provides the greatest satisfaction at work?

 

A “perfect” health report

What makes these results outstanding?

 

A “perfect” marriage

What moments are forever beautiful?

 

Subjective perfection is short-lived for a good reason

Definitions and expectations change with each season

When we think that our best efforts fall short

Allow Christ to bring us back to our home port

His unblemished life is perfection for sure

We follow His example for lives more pure

 

Haiku Series #6

Pumpkin Pie

Smelling pie baking

Pumpkin spice and anything nice

Tasting the first slice

 

Before Mealtime

Dinner is ready

Bless the family today

Feel again God’s grace

 

Love Lives Here

A marriage is blessed

Husband and wife together

Love will never fail

 

Amazing Grace

Grateful, thankful, blessed

Believe, pray more, worry less

Feel God’s love each day

 

Thankful Hearts

Giving thanks each day

Bless the true love between us

Carry grateful hearts

 

If you missed any of the previous Haiku posts, here are the links:

Haiku Series #1, Haiku Series #2, Haiku Series #3, Haiku Series #4, Haiku Series V.

Blizzard’s Awesome Fury

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The blizzard arrives quickly in the mid-afternoon

Snowing and blowing in full force much too soon

Dangerous Arctic cold blasts across the land

Alerting all to keep warmth and safety at hand

Homes surrounded by constant, swirling snow

Creating snowdrifts as high as the windows go

Furnaces and boilers work overtime to provide heat

Keeping all inside warm from the cold is quite a feat

Small towns feel painfully isolated and totally alone

Waiting for supply trucks that can only stay home

Senior class girls feel heartbroken when they hear

Postponing the school’s Winter Formal that’s so dear

Narrow, empty highways fill with too much snow and ice

Waiting for snowplows that stand ready to roll the dice

Ranchers plowing deep and drifting snow with big tractors

Reaching their hungry cattle to feed is a life-saving factor

Teachers continue playing cards and games all night long

Knowing that tomorrow’s classes definitely won’t be on

The grocery store shelves grow empty and scarce of food

Praying the storm stops to change everyone’s gloomy mood

Children enjoy the time that is now full of fun and play

Cheering that school has been postponed for a few days

Friends and neighbors check closely on one another

Remembering old Ed who doesn’t want any to bother

The longer the blizzard rages will bring everyone much worry

Fretting about a loss of electricity that may come in a hurry

Finally, the storm slowly ceases its frigid, winter blast

Knowing that for most, let’s move forward now at last

The town and the ranches work tirelessly to dig out

Opening up roads to ease many worries and doubts

The old timers say this awesome storm is worse than ‘78

Knowing that all have survived the fury’s reckless fate

 

A Nation Mourns

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A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

Under sunny autumn skies

Horses . . .

Pulling an army caisson

There is a definite quietness

Prayful . . .

Adding to the moment’s stillness

 

A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

A moment in time standing still

Unforgettable  . . .

Viewing a flag-draped coffin

A horse follows behind

Riderless . . .

Reversing the boots in stirrups

 

A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

The military honor guard

Respectfully . . .

Walking ahead of the procession

Thousands line the wide, empty avenue

Faces . . .

Looking humbled and heartbroken

 

A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

Across the nation in a city

Awestruck . . .

Sitting with second grade classmates

A black and white television

Borrowed . . .

Broadcasting this emotional event

 

A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

A seven-year old boy sits quietly

Uncertain . . .

Struggling to understand

A nation’s innocence

Shattered . . .

Changing lives forever

 

A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

Memories will be engraved

Forever . . .

Remembering our fallen President

 

John Fitzgerald Kennedy

 

 

Forevermore

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Standing and lifting eyes upward

Asking for help

But, from where will it come?

 

Reading from a cherished Bible

Finding the words

Of a patient and gracious Lord

 

Humbling images of God’s plan

Creating the heavens

As well as the earth

 

Feeling the grace of God

Providing shade

At one’s right hand

 

Sleeping is never His wish

Watching over

His people at every moment

 

Praying to a compassionate Lord

Listening now

His words bring comfort

 

Protecting us at all times

Witnessing Him

Forevermore

The background for this poem comes from the Bible; see Psalm 121.

Time on the Road

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Aging a bit and hoping to keep my driving days alive

I cannot help it, but laugh at how my troubles thrive

 

Driving on a dark, blackened road with high beams on

No dimming headlights, because I was singing a song

 

Driving on an icy road, too slippery for my car to fly

The windshield wipers shout and say, “Dumb Guy!”

 

Driving a bit too fast through a school zone

Sorry officer, at least I wasn’t on my phone

 

Creeping on a crowded freeway, feeling more like mice

Listening to car horns blaring out loud, never very nice

 

Navigating through a minefield of treacherous potholes

Pulling over to find a tire flattened from a massive hole

 

Driving home at the end of a long day, without even a grin

Stuck in slow, crawling commuter traffic, please not again

 

Parking at last, stress-filled driving finished for today

Hoping travels go a whole lot better, on the next day

 

 

A Whisper

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Hearing a far, distant whisper

Delicately spoken

Soothing words

 

Speaking in a special voice

Familiar sounding

Decades ago

 

Whispering over and over again

Barely audible

Peacefully said

 

Taking one on a journey

Distant city

Tranquil feeling

 

Listening for the whisper again

Silence now

Returning when?

 

 

 

Frozen Morning

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An elderly woman sits at her kitchen table

Wanting to stay warm today, if she is able

 

An Arctic blast from up North has arrived

Challenging her to survive and stay alive

 

Inside of the window, frosted over with ice

Wishing for a heated room, would be nice

 

Her few needs are quite simple at this time

Praying the thermostat will begin its climb

 

Ancient, unreliable space heater offers very little heat

Realizing now, she needs a blanket to cover her feet

 

She lives all alone without any other family close by

Losing hope, her faith seems ready to quit and cry

 

Suddenly, there is a knock at her frozen door

Opening it to discover the Lord brings more

 

A stranger with a fuel truck has finally arrived

Smiling, the woman begins to feel more alive

 

He fills her empty fuel tank until it’s almost full

Checking her boiler, it is working without a lull

 

A sense of inadequacy overwhelms the woman to tears

Feeling desperate, her pocketbook is empty she fears

 

The helpful man simply ignores her worries and leaves

Telling her that a shepherd will take care of her needs

 

The woman sits stunned and can’t understand what to see

Looking down an isolated road that is as empty as can be

 

Who paid to fill her empty fuel tank?  She has no idea at all

Feeling a tender hug from above, her loving Lord pays a call