Nature’s plot thickens
September’s story finished—
Revised with color
Days growing shorter
September’s warmth slowly cools—
Nights sleeping longer
Forgetting summer
September’s move to autumn—
Leaves express color
From the words of American poet, Helen Hunt Jackson: “By all these lovely tokens, September days here with summer’s best of weather and autumn’s best of cheer.”
Life must not be a novel that is given to us, but one that is made by us.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Novalis was the pen name for Georg Philipp Friedrich Freiherr von Hardenberg (1772-1801). He was a German novelist, philosopher, and poet. He became best known for his mystical and philosophical writings.
Searching for quiet respite
Following dreams, each detail
Escaping from mankind’s noise
Finding narrative’s hidden trail
Crossing nearby forest bridge
Forgetting work’s last email
Arriving at paradise
Sweeping away narrative’s veil
Discovering prairie ahead
Saddling up, each thought exhales
Envisioning where time stands
Framing narrative’s rhythmic scale
Scanning landscape’s tranquil scene
Treasuring every inhale
Climbing each majestic peak
Flying narrative’s parasail
Grasping reins tightly in hands
Riding forward to prevail
Looking for more tomorrow’s
Writing narrative’s precious tale
From high mountain meadow
River begins fateful trip
One mile follows another
Flowing at steady clip
Creator’s light precedes
Clear path to river’s glory
Journey shaping each landscape
Scripting nature’s story
Time shall never stand still
River’s persistence will win
Always forward to its goal
Streaming patience within
Day will come, very soon
River sets up final score
Faithful waters running free
Asking for nothing more
Ocean’s waters ahead
Finish line in river’s sight
Peace traveling through its pulse
Pulling eternal might
From Lamentations 3:22-23: “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”
Retelling His story
Filling with wonder’s peace
Becoming never old
Rekindling life’s new lease
Witnessing His message
Loving God with whole heart
Grasping forever’s grace
Walking with Lord’s fresh start
Retelling His story
Sitting near empty tomb
Sharing Salvation’s news
Lighting yesterday’s gloom
Tasting His Holy Word
Longing for heaven’s home
Hungering for much more
Breaking chains, free to roam
Retelling His story
Finding Jesus nearby
Seeking new mercy’s grace
Cherishing faith’s bullseye
This inspiration for this poem comes from the beloved hymn, “I Love to Tell the Story.” One of any believers most blessed tasks is to share and tell the story of Jesus Christ. Country singer Alan Jackson is a renowned Gospel singer, and he sings this wonderful hymn. Enjoy.
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story.
No story is innocent. To tell is to put oneself in danger. To remain silent is to isolate yourself.
Writing bridges the inner and outer worlds and connects the paths of action and reflection.
Story is the mother of us all, for we become who we say we are.
Christina Baldwin (born 1946) is an American writer, teacher, and lecturer.
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story.
No story is innocent. To tell is to put oneself in danger. To remain silent is to isolate yourself.
Boris Cyrulnik (born 1937) is a French physician and writer. He has written several books about the science of psychology. As a child, he survived the Holocaust when his family was captured.
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