Foreseeing
Insurmountable force
Against all odds
Trusting in God’s promises
Hope
Surrounding
Darkness surfaces
Never feeling forsaken
Heavenly light breaking through
Peace
Encountering
Stormy seas
By faith alone
Grace delivers blue skies
Joy
Winter’s timing
Of course, never exact
Latest Arctic blast
Forecast sometimes hijacked
Sunshine shows up
Mirage of comfy time
Wind roars from true north
Car battery’s downtime
Sunset’s curtain
Darkness shrouded in cold
Sky’s icy moonlight
Furnace remote-controlled
Layer of quilts
Pulled from hiding place
Frozen toes thaw out
Warmth flows, cozy embrace
Morning arrives
Winter throws its wild pitch
Freezing air remains
Long-forgotten, spring’s itch
From Jonah 3:4-5: “Jonah began to go into the city, going a day’s walk. And he cried out, ‘Forty days more, and Nineveh shall be overthrown!’ And the people of Nineveh believed God; they proclaimed a fast, and everyone, great and small, put on sackcloth.”
Called to live in tune
With our Father’s Word
Strengthened through His light
Path no longer blurred
Shaped by His patience
Never be shaken
Righteousness stands firm
Truth shall awaken
Set aside worries
Empowered to walk
With loving Father
Away from man’s talk
Transformed by faith’s light
Darkness now falling
Past sins nailed to cross
Follow Lord’s calling
Called to repentance
Step forward in Christ
Delivered through grace
His blood sacrificed
From 1 Corinthians 7:29-31: “I mean, brothers and sisters, the appointed time has grown short; from now on, let even those who have wives be as though they had none, and those who mourn as though they were not mourning, and those who rejoice as though they were not rejoicing, and those who buy as though they had no possessions, and those who deal with the world as though they had no dealings with it. For the present form of this world is passing away.”
Crystal, clear night sky
Reflecting moonlight’s spotlight—
Postcard’s tranquil dreams
Snowy landscape’s joy
Marked by tiniest hoofprints—
Scene of hope-filled peace
Chilly, early morn
Warming stove works her magic—
Biscuits with honey
All photos courtesy of Pinterest.
One of my favorite places to walk is a short drive from my home. Walnut Woods Metro Park (the Woods) is a special place to find nature’s treasures along its easy to moderate trails. The photographs shown with this poem were taken a few days ago. Enjoy!
Early morning light beckons
Putting on worn hiking shoes
Overcast skies hold back rain
Nature waits with charming views
Driving to a park, the “Woods”
Tranquility always waits
Peace and beauty reaching out
Eager feet, needing no skates
Step by step, walking farther
Park’s vastness, shouting with joy
Around each bend, nature smiles
Many sights and sounds deploy
Morning excursion teases
Birds sing back and forth on cue
Precious blossoms smelling sweet
Coffee can’t top nature’s brew
Time seems to pause with each step
Today’s time comes to an end
Ticket punched for return trip
These “Woods” remain a best friend
Originally published June, 2020.
From Psalm 118:1: “O give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His steadfast love endures forever!”
Hope’s refuge, waiting in Lord’s highest place
Father’s steadfast love endures forever
Lighting way for each faithful endeavor
Proclaiming Savior’s song of victory
Bond of peace, opened at Calvary’s cross
Unified as one with body of Christ
Sharing patient gentleness, though high-priced
Bearing one another in faithful love
Measure of forgiveness, joy’s lasting gift
Marvelous in Lord’s single, faithful breath
Overcoming lasting darkness and death
Waiting at heaven’s gate, His love-filled grace
Witnessing Savior’s nail-pierced hands and feet
Faith’s Resurrection, forever complete
From Luke 24:36-39: “While they were talking about this, Jesus Himself stood among them and said to them, ‘Peace be with you.’ They were startled and terrified and thought that they were seeing a ghost. He said to them, ‘Why are you frightened, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? Look at My hands and My feet; see that it is I myself. Touch Me and see, for a ghost does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have.'”
Discipleship
Trusting student
Growing in enthusiasm
Faithfully following heavenly Master
Serving
Temptation
Darkness inviting
Righteousness guiding heart
Father’s perfect law speaks
Conscience
Judgment
Before Father
Living Redeemer’s sacrifice
Witnessing His nail-pierced hands
Salvation
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.
Meeting darkness once again
Searching for morning escape
Knowing sunrise overcomes
Patience, changing day’s landscape
Deflecting morning worries
Finding peace in clearest sky
Touching early hour’s stillness
Patience, never say goodbye
Wanting calmness, come forward
Filling positive mindset
Nurturing new attitudes
Patience, powers life’s reset
Stirring kindness from within
Enduring love for others
Overflowing into hearts
Patience, shared with another
Sailing serenity’s seas
Reaching for each shooting star
Focusing on tomorrow
Patience, lowers each crossbar
From Galatians 3:23: “Now before faith came, we were imprisoned and guarded under the law until faith would be revealed.”
Descendants of Abraham
Believe, follow Father’s law
Obey in faith, His teachings
Transforming each sinful flaw
Righteously living by faith
Journey’s steps mirror His law
But only washed clean by Christ
Promising Spirit’s breath draws
Father sees Jesus in us
Forever covered by Him
Dressed in faultless righteousness
Pealing sin from every limb
Before faith’s light descended
Guarded under divine law
Revelation through Jesus
Belonging, darkness withdraws
Faith witnesses Father’s grace
Forgiveness sustains His law
Crucified Savior tastes death
Resurrecting, He foresaw
From Galatians 3:25-26: “But now that faith has come, we are no longer subject to a disciplinarian, for in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith.”
Shifting paradigm
Lifetime of transformation—
Human poles reversed
Sensing empty tank
Journey’s destiny now waits—
Pause life’s clock, refuel
Adding one more thought
Searching for life’s unusual—
Never pigeon-holed
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