Some Poetry to Share

 

 

 Hello dear people created in the image of God!

I have been meaning to share some of the poems God has given to me for ages... and now is the time!😄

I'm just going through my battered notebook now - it has about a zillion poems, short stories, lists and journallings... not a few of them unfinished. 😏 

After a bit of thinking, I have decided to post 2 poems today - I pray you are as blessed reading them as I was writing them! (Not trying to be cliche there... it honestly was such a joy to be able to express God's world (at least a little) as He sees it.) All glory to Him! 

 

 

 

I mentioned in my last post that I wrote a poem about these flowers! It isn't the most grand-sounding

poem, and it doesn't even have any particular meter or structure. But that's because I wrote it in about 5 minutes while on a morning walk with my Mum and sisters - the inspiration (a.k.a. a cluster of jonquils) struck, and I didn't have time to puzzle over rhyming words and the number of syllables! ;D But that's the nice thing about a sudden burst of creativity - you don't have time to lose the spark, and so whatever you're creating is fresh and alive.

 

 ~ Jonquil ~

This morning I found some treasure

Happily startled, I exclaimed in delight

"The jonquils! I found some!"

Sodden with dew and spangled with raindrops

They still smelt like spring in the frosty morning

My footprints melt winter from the grass

This morning I found some treasure

And now I have a jonquil dewdrop on my nose!

This next poem I wrote while watching the sun set over the river (again, on a family walk). Funnily enough, it has a (slightly) similar rhythm to the verse for the song "O God Forgive Us", by For King and Country. I had that song floating through my head at the time, and so I wrote the poem to the beat of that song. 😄

 

 

 

 

 

 ~ Coming Home ~

 

 

a black pine branch lines the pinkened sky

the river holds the first dusk star

water and sky in a perfect dance

a traveler is coming home

the feathers soar on a soft grey wing

no other nest to call them back

a silence pure in the evening air

a weary one is coming home

a father's child on the bank below

a life of sin has brought him low

head held high but a wounded soul

the prodigal son is coming home

pearly ripples kiss a fallen log

a bird and man find creation's song

who can know how far God will go

to bring two wandering creatures home

 

 

 

 

 I hope you were encouraged by those poems! May God bless you, keep you, and make His face to shine upon you! And if you have not found Christ and assurance of His salvation, may you seek his full and free forgiveness which He gives to all who truly call upon His name. 

Blessings,