Flittering
My dad was a great inspiration in my life. After his passing, I was privileged to hold and read through many of his journals. One of the most precious pieces are his collection of personal poems. Poetry has always been an important part of my life. I set the goal to write a poem every week for a year. Here is my blog.
Monday, January 13, 2025
FLITTERING
Sunday, January 12, 2025
MY P.E.A.R.L.S.
My P.E.A.R.L.S.
Within my Book of Life, I lay each part,
The Pearls, great in price, that touched my heart.
A key the letters, P.E.A.R.L. guides my days,
To write my path through questions, truths, and ways.
P for the Pond'rings, prayers I plead to Him,
My wond'ring whys and wily whats of whim.
That plague this poor percepting pauper's pleas
And drives my soul, "find strength upon your knees."
E for the Expectations I set high,
My goals and dreams, the stars in my own sky.
Enlightening like elevated guides
That chart my course and carve me through the tides
A for the Answers, all that I have sought
From prayers I've asked, the echoes of each thought,
Replies, responding revelations gained,
Awake! My heart with answers I've attained.
R for the Record, moments gone that came
My joys and trials, written just the same.
Each penciled page a precious portrait penned,
Of stories etched, preserved and unamend.
L for the Lessons learned from living life,
The wisdom trials lend to beating strife.
Today, I learned, and for those yet to be,
I share these gifts for all my Legacy.
S for the Scriptures and the Spirit's flame,
We write the words in which our heart they came,
A burning pow'r within, we can't deny,
And gives us strength and joy in rich supply
Each entry writ, like precious pearls in hand,
Life crafted both, the planned and the unplanned.
This journal mine of pearled thoughts sublime,
Eternal troves to pass the test of time.
BEE-LIEVING
FLITTERING
Flittering To flit among the flowers and the trees Elusive, humming like a hive of bees. Resplendent plumes of oscillating wings E’er here ...
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MY PLACE WITHIN HIS HEART In song of praise I remember my God, for He, my Father in Heaven has not forgotten me and blesses me with good tid...
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SONGBIRD Sorrow, guilt and nested unresolved regret Oh to my heart the songbird doth beget. Not from her sweetened tones of deftly song Gl...
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PARABLE OF THE ROSEBUSH Roses framed the house with pride upon a jumbled bush revered Opulent and full with red each rose to my green...