Siren’s Song…A Haiku

Indigo amiss

Chasm to fathoms below

Sea’s eternal bliss.

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Siren’s Song by Lisa Hardy
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille Challenge:  Cooling Down
Word of the Day:  Lullaby
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Retrospective…a Haiku

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We never need glasses to view the past because it’s always 20/20. LH

20/20 sight

Oh Knowledgable array 

In Retrospective

 

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Daily Prompt:  Retrospective

 

My Soul To Take

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Painting by Florence Kroger

 

Oh, that God would mold this clay,

nothing but dust, dirt and decay!

And yet, in me, He saw some worth;

He sent his Son, from Heaven to Earth.

To lay down his life, upon the cross,

to thirst, and bleed, and suffer loss.

And so for me, His Glory awaits;

one day I’ll walk, through pearly gates.

So nothing to fear, because I am free;

His rod and His staff, they comfort me.

The shadow of death, there is no escape,

But God’s in the valley, my soul, to take.

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As a tiny girl, often, my mom and I, prayed the prayer, “Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep.”  I was always comforted by this bedtime ritual.  As an adult, when I think on the memory, I find I am blessed just as much now, as I was then; perhaps even more.  Thus was the inspiration for this poem.

“Mama, thank you for the foundations of strength you’ve given me.  I am a better woman because of you.”

now i lay me down

(Daily prompt: Luck)

Luck has nothing to do with my spiritual life.  It is orchestrated by the hand of God.

 

Fairy Dust of Magic

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Photo by Renee Dawson

 

Fairy Dust of Magic

 

I sit here basking, under rays of sun,

with grass interwoven between bare toes.

The bumble bee, he buzzes, he’s on a mission,

to a fragrant purple…a lilac…he knows.

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Humming birds flit, their wings all a flutter.

 The nectar they crave, from this purple place.

Orange  Monarchs, and  Swallow-tails of yellow,

 land on the flowers, to hide their face.

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Nervous, I was, at the dawn of this day.

 But now, I smile at nature’s display.

 And all of those critters, they…like the fay,

  fairy dust of magic, upon me, convey.

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This poem is a result of today’s Daily Prompt, Nervous.  It was inspired from memories of me  as child, sitting in the shade an old lilac bush, my mom had planted.  I loved watching the birds, bees, and butterflies that frequented its branches.

 

 

 

 

Serenade to the Moon

I felt so fortunate to capture her, and her glory, as she gazed over our Shenandoah Valley.   

Just had to serenade with poem…

Ancient As The Moon

The moon with all her glory and wonder,

bathes us all, beneath and under.

Her sky of dark and stars ablaze

our blanket we cuddle till light of day.

And then she bids us farewell…ado 

until the night…to smile anew.

 

 

 

 

He Is Risen!

I will praise You, O Lord, with my whole heart;
I will tell of all Your marvelous works.
 I will be glad and rejoice in You;
I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.

Psalms 9:1-2

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Forever To Thee

Oh Lord, my God,

Oh bless this day!

When in death you arose

triumphant…away!

I too will rise,

from death’s cold grip,

to see you and mom.

 Can’t wait for that trip!

Hand in hand,

I’ll walk with her,

the streets of gold

before us, unfold.

Into your arms

together we’ll flee,

Praises we’ll sing,

FOREVER to Thee!