Like a cherry blossom
you fluttered on my cheek
with a waft of fragrance
the smell of pink
you lingered for a day
perhaps it was two
tried to catch up
with the poem and you
you vanished with the sunset
you flickered out of sight
no sign of the poet
you had taken flight
Reflecting on a dear talented poet Jackie Dick who passed several years ago. We met in the blogsphere and I am glad we had a cherry blossom moment. This poem is dedicated to her and other poets who have taken flight.
grappled with your verse
making much sense
turned them over in my head
all the things that you’d said
your blue was grey
my yellow faded away
we loved the same
I caressed your name
lost in your prose
how you did it who knows
“we never met” I sigh
I live between your lines
***
two women poets
changing seasons kept apart
loved the same man
A hand offered in silence
a smile to soothe the days
eyes light hope’s tomorrows
cast warm summer rays
you choose to accept another
to greet with friendly smile
burdens often we carry
lighter for two over miles
lean forward into fellowship
melt frost on coldest days
sun breaks the mourning
for God’s gift you can never pay
I am daily graced by the kindness of others. The gesture need not be a grand one but just in a simple act, a smile, a word kindly spoken. The difference can have a profound effect on a person’s day. Try it!
“Do not let kindness and truth leave you; Bind them around your neck, Write them on the tablet of your heart.:
~Proverbs 3:3
“Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you.”
~Ephesians 4:32
Does your hem leave a message
“I was here” in the dust
one last passing memory
a soft remaining touch
your hand ever steady
sweep the last of the day
fingers part foggy mist
like a scene in a play
as our lives ever on
there is so much to say
but to friends it’s enough
gentle kiss blow your way
The prompt at A Prompt Each Day: Through Thick and Through Thin just seems what friends are and what they do…
I am grateful to each of you for the gentle words you say, the laughter you leave behind, and the Smiles!
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
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With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
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