Beauty floats on top
Life bubbles beneath the surface
a sense of surprise
Im not even getting many opportunities to write haiku at the moment. I still have friends in this blogging life that I am grateful for and I miss.
I hope YOU are doing well and that your creativity flows whether here or elsewhere.
I am always aloft on the moon or elsewhere.
I’m always grateful for YOU because each of you encouraged me to keep looking for shells…
Hidden treasure
shoreline of dispersed memory
I found you
Ἄγνωστος Θεός”
agnostos theos
to the God we do not know
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When you dont know what to call Him
he knows where you are
when you cannot form the question
his answer is not far
when you run ever lonely
outstretched are his arms
aged you’re forgotten
he remembers who you are
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he calls our name
no season hides his love
close as a whisper
In Acts 17, the apostle Paul addresses a council on Mars Hill (the Aereopagus in Greece).
Greece has so many Gods. Paul speaks about an altar built to Agnostos Theos. This altar was built after a Cretan philosopher Epimenides asked the people to build an altar and make sacrifices to this Unknown God. The hope wad that this unknown God would be merciful and save them from certain destruction ( from a plague in the 6th Century B.C.)
“The unknown God has a name” Paul informs the Greeks – “His name is Yahweh.”
Paul addresses the destruction that man could not flee from in the 6th century B.C. Neither can mankind flee the the things that plague us in the 21st century.
“Therefore having overlooked the times of ignorance, God is now declaring to men that all people everywhere should repent, 31 because He has fixed a day in which He will judge [c]the world in righteousness [d]through a Man whom He has appointed, having furnished proof to all men [e]by raising Him from the dead.”
Acts 17:30-31
Please for those of you who have no name to give to God and no hope in Him place your hope in the one and only one who can save you. Repentance is not a list of things you have to do it is calling on the name of Jesus and asking for Him and Him alone to forgive you.
There is only one cure for sin (which will end in death). That cure is Jesus.
Gaze down forest path
golden tones light me onward
The end beckons
Often the pathway is uncertain but we have to forward. It is nice to have a little light!
Gold speckled sky
Nature’s banquet hall – a feast
pull up to the table
Im awakened by the dawn – warmth sings over me
golden purples in the sky -voices welcome spring
life awakens in the light – blue reds on the wing
yellow faces to the sun – green hands clap in rain
Imayo – is a japanese poetry form
a four line poem with 12 syllables each broken into
7-5, 7-5, 7-5, 7-5
The Imayo was originally intended to be sung. Not the restrictions like a haiku
And thanks to The Spinstress who introduced me to this form.
I drop my head
worth less of love
hereby detest
things I have done
my shoulders sag
of life’s travails
belated tears
my spirit fails
nights I have prayed
for death to come
you held me fast
await the dawn
the world it hates
your gift of love
it matters not
the Son has won
The enemy wants to pull us to our lowest low. How sad when hope for tomorrow is death.
Have you been at the edge of hopeless?
Even mighty men like the prophet Elijah came to the end of hope. He asked for God to write “The End” as his world caved in.
David was another of God’s chosen who ran for his life from a friend bent on killing him. What determination this man David had, he was joyful even as his enemy was at his heels.
“Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”
~Psalm 43:5
“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”
~Psalm 51:10
Beneath the first light
I raise my heart in supplication
lift me up Oh Lord
off my trembling knees
life’s burdens hold me down
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Beneath the first light
my eyes to meet the sun
reflections on the hill
beckoned to dance
nature all around
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Beneath the first light
I raise my voice to sing
notes like butterflies
I am reminded I am free
no shackles hold me down
“If I have told you earthly things and you do not believe how will you believe if I tell you heavenly things… And this is the condemnation, that the light has come into the world , and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.”
John 3:12 & 19
There was a legend an age and a half ago – it was about a lake of gold.
“A curse,” they said “was placed upon the lake.”
Anyone who drank from the lake of gold would turn to stone.
In the lake there lived a bird who had a long beak that could catch fish but could never drink.
A girl would watch every morning as the sun was awakening and the gold was rippling. In her hands was a single drink of water saved for the bird with the special beak.
Each morning the bird would strut to the girl. He gave her a shy little smile.
Once he brought her a fish as a gift. She washed the fish and it turned to gold.
When the villagers heard about the golden fish, they became greedy. A man watched the girl as she greeted the bird.
One day the girl did not come. A man came in her place with a hand full of water. The bird would not come near. The man slapped the water in anger. One drop got into his mouth and he turned to stone.
The next day the girl came to her bird with a small handful of water and he looked at her with a shy smile…
Written for Slack Photo Prompt photo above.
Here are the prompts to Reena’s xploration challenge #232. Underscore Challenge!!!
It was not that long ago that I was like you. I woke when the rooster crowed or when the clock rang a long buzz. I can’t call it an alarm clock because that is so overstated in a mere buzz. But let me explain…
I was in an old historic town looking at cemeterys. Why did I think that was a nice way to spend my holiday? I guess because I like to take photographs of nothing important except symbols of life.
I was intrigued by this rather old clock in the window of a house where the window latches were hanging the wrong way and the door knob was at a very low level. It was as if the door and the windows were upside down.
I took a picture of the clock. I took another.
“That’s odd” I looked around to no one standing there. “The hands are moving backward.”
The pendulum was a very large spoon and it caught my reflection. When I moved away my reflection was still in the spoon. I was upside down. I looked around.
“This is rather odd. Isn’t it?” I called to a man across the street. “The hands are going backward.” I said much louder.
He shook his head and moved quickly the other way.
I went home not really sure what that had been about. Then I noticed the clock over my stove.
“Not working.” I flicked at the plastic.
Several minutes later I came back and the time had moved backward.
“That’s nonsense. Too much heat on my brain today.”
I set my alarm clock and fell asleep. A cat or something was screeching in the silent night fog. I turned on the light to see the time.
“What time is it Really?” I asked the alarm clock.
I called a service on my phone that would give the proper time. “The time is four twenty two…”
I called back ten minutes later. “The time is four twelve pm”
“How can time go backwards? Where does it end up? Is it going back for everyone?”
I lined up all the clocks in my house. I watched as each one worked backwards in time. I waited for the buzz that never came.
‘I wondered will I wake up from this? What will I happen when I wake up? What time is it really?????’
Image: “Antique Spoon Clock”© Moondust Designs 2014
Sayling Away
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
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Poetry by Mich
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penned in moon dust 