Monday Memories: Serenity’s Rain

Witnessing an early morning rain inspires the visions for this poem.  It is amazing how a view through an open window can bring forth images to write from.

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Replenishing parched, barren land

Serenity’s rain, from God’s hand

 

Quenching desert’s eternal thirst

Nature smiling, joy now disbursed

 

Nourishing life with loving pride

Flora and fauna, at God’s side

 

Touching each leaf, stems from God’s love

Hues of green, colored from above

 

Singing with praise, birds bless this scene

Creation glowing, dazzling sheen

 

Sharing splendor, feeling at peace

Morning rain, grants life a new lease

 

Listening closely, hearing now

God’s serenity, takes a bow

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Originally published May, 2020.

Weekend’s Spirit

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Weekend rains offer pause

Autumn’s final harvest on hold

Testing farmers’ patience

Temperatures fall, growing cold

 

Another falling leaf

Afternoon’s cheery cup of tea

Looking through window’s glass

Visions of backyard’s empty tree

 

Book’s bold invitation

Immersed within mystery’s plot

Welcoming each minute

Story plunges with missing yacht

 

Day’s gentle, soothing peace

Lost in memories, freshly found

Feeling blessed with each gem

Past wants to hang around

 

Nightfall now closes in

Rain drizzling, without pause

Hearing silence unwind

Weekend’s spirit cuddles nonstop

 

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Serenity’s Rendezvous (Haiku Series #250)

Poetic Harmony

Night’s cloud covering

Gentle rain tapping window—

Tranquility sings

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First Light

Early morning hour

Glimmer of pre-dawn’s sunrise—

Blissful moments breathe

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Playful Rain

Clouds bursting open

Umbrella catches each drop—

Splashing through puddles

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Recurring Gifts (Haiku Series #242)

Forgiving Spirit

Morning thunderstorm

Followed with rain’s gentleness—

Summer’s welcome pause

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Blessed Bounty

Ripened, golden fields

Filling nation’s breadbasket—

Ready for harvest

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Faithful Cycle

Autumn’s dry stream beds

Snow falling on mountaintops—

Spring’s blessed run-off

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Precious Witnesses (Haiku Series #231)

Fast Forward

Winter to summer

Life’s annual rendezvous—

Fleeting taste of spring

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Smiling Prayers

Rainy clouds arrive

Farmers waited with patience—

Harvest time’s sunshine

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Silent Citadel

Majestic white pines

Sharing Creator’s presence—

Faithful guardians

Ohio’s Walnut Woods shares its white pines.

Nature’s Grace

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Cloudless, morning sky lifting up her shade

Brilliant, yet subtle light cascading down

Generations of peace-filled accolades

Navigating each successful splashdown

 

Gentle breeze descends with expectant glance

Endlessly sharing her breath every hour

Invitations accepted for each dance

Feeling softness caressing each flower

 

Moisture gathers along distant skyline

Whisper of rain’s scent filling every space

Better than sweetest aroma of wine

Offering something precious to embrace

 

Lowering her shade at sunset each night

Dreaming of sunrise’s wakening light

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This poem has been crafted as a traditional sonnet with 14 verses, each containing 10 syllables.  An intricate rhyming scheme is followed in each stanza with every other verse.

Springtime Blues

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Ceaseless, overnight rain

Early morn’s swollen creek

Flowing outside its bank

Nature ready to tweak

 

Smaller tributaries

Never to be left out

Gathering their volume

Flood’s growing runabout

 

Cloud’s river of moisture

Lengthy, not finished yet

Forecasting gloomy skies

Weather’s headlines typeset

 

Sun planning its comeback

But not for day or two

Waiting with humble song

Nature croons springtime blues

 

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Never Doubting

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Dry, parched farmland stretches for endless miles.  Tender wheat sprouts are beginning to wither under early June’s hottest sun.  Will rain arrive in time to save this year’s crop?

At the intersection of two country roads sits a small, wood-framed church.  The location is called Fertile Prairie, which seems appropriate with the scattered farms up and down either road. 

Today the church gathers farmers and their families.  They have been assembling daily to join as one voice in prayer.  Their petitions focus on God’s faithfulness.  According to His plans, in time He will release nature’s rain-filled drink for their wilting fields.

While prayers continue to be lifted from the inside of the church, dark clouds are filling the outside sky.  Will they finally bring the Lord’s blessed rain?

At first, a few drops find the parched ground.  More follow in unison until a steady, grace-filled rain is watering the fields.

Outside the church stands six-year old Tommy.  He has been waiting outside and smiling at the darkening clouds.  His young heart feels joy as the rain begins to nourish the land. 

Inside the church, the assembly hears the falling rain.  They gather at the door to look out.  Smiles, filled with hope, share praises to the Lord.

They realize that Tommy is standing under an umbrella.  He is the only person who brought an umbrella.  This young boy has never wavered in his own faithfulness.

Tommy’s mother asks him, “What on earth caused you to bring an umbrella today?”

Tommy confidently replies, “Last night during my prayers, God reminded me to bring an umbrella.  Never doubting, I made sure that I brought one today.”

Landscape Thirsts

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Early morning rain drops in

Landscape thirsts for blessed drink

Graceful flowers dance and spin

Timeless pause while nature thinks

 

Tender leaf enjoys her bath

Gentle droplets trickle down

Soft grass carpets nature’s path

Destiny wearing her crown

 

Silence breaks from quiet mist

Terrain transforms with delight

Nature feels like being kissed

Peace fills every pore with light

 

Sky gracefully opens up

Rays of sunshine descending

Creator fills every cup

Nature never pretending

 

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John Newton Quote

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God sometimes does His work with gentle drizzle, not storms.

From Deuteronomy 32:2-3:  “May my teaching drop like the rain, my speech condense like the dew, like gentle rain on grass, like showers on new growth.  For I will proclaim the name of the Lord, ascribe greatness to our God!”

John Newton (1725-1807) was an English pastor who also was a writer of several hymns, including the beloved “Amazing Grace.”  His early life is filled with contrasts, when compared to his later life.  He served as a ship’s captain during the slave trade, but later renounced his work after his conversion to Christianity.  He became an outspoken opponent of the slave trade later in his life.