a word broad and wide
grasp at undeserved beauty
little girl revived
A week ago a Sudanese refugee girl was in a coma – no answers. it just happened. A week later she was awake. Here name – Grace.
Grace is “unmerited: mercy, kindness, and patience” like the free gift given by Jesus.
beauty is always changing
bold colour, broad lines
expect the unexpected
a raindrop fills your hands
smiles big as the horizon
and I wonder
why I ever leave
beckons my eye
nature in perfect balance
effortless beauty
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see small loveliness
blue reds rise autumn dawn
tail twitches “welcome”
Happy 1st day of December to each of you lovely people!
beauty comes in many colors
she was wrapped in wisteria and silk
sand grains wouldnt dare cake her feet
she passed by like a breeze
enveloped in a rainbow
A month of letters as prompts will finish at the end of the week. There are still many bloggers to enjoy in this challenge:
I stop… mesmerized
sunshine reaches down
they’re holding hands
radiance from the ground
I stand… reaching
with my eyes
I soak in warmth
kneel where nature lies
I breathe…silence
listen to holy teaching
never quite the same
for truth I’m always seeking
Sharing with the poets at Poet’s United – Sunday’s Poetry Pantry always has room for more poets to share their work.
my eyes long to caress you smooth as silk
your bronze glow accentuated by dawn
my fingers can only momentary trace a message
watery “I love yous” fade away
as the sea draws lacy covers back
remnant of a long night blurrs
gold red rays warm your skin
long legged birds celebrate your awakening
I a mere voyeur watch…
the morning rises from slumber
meeting the sea’s welcome embrace
I inhale the beauty of a new day
This week’s prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is Beauty. Where in the world do you see beauty?
I was wild a little daring
boldly wearing magenta in a sea of green
standing tall at the close of spring
the thing was no one knew my name
they knew the pansies, marigolds, lobelia
I heard one flower proclaim
“she’s a beauty for a weed
she should be removed
who knows if she will infect you”
I wasn’t refined, knew little what to do
hard to define, but I like who I am
I heard the master gardener say:
“don’t stop being who you are
a time will come I will cut away
do not dismay you will endure
long years you will smile and sway”
It’s difficult standing among a crowd and being different. Perhaps while everyone wears blue and yellow, you like orange and pink. Your shoes are tall while everyone else wears flats. Were we made to be all the same? Apparently not. Some people are petite others are large. There could be one hundred people with dark hair and that hair would be long, straight, short, kinky, medium, bouncy, shiny, red tint, or dull with some grey. God made us this way. We are different not so that we can point out that we are the best flower in the garden but so that we can give food or shade to a certain creature, offer a rare fragrance in mid-day, cheer up someone who is downtrodden, or shine our faces in a smile to the sun. We each carry a gift that like a bouquet is an offering of beauty to our maker and to our world.
“Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit.”
John 15:2
“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
Ephesians 2:10
Shared today with Poetry Pantry at Poet’s United and Godinterest
Dressed in tones of sunshine
my yellow bonnet waves
amidst contrast of green fields
we chorus spring today
an errant finger plucks
I cry in silent agony
breaking Printemps connection
separated from celebration
Disappointed with my fragrance
I am flung upon a pile of debris
rubbish clogs my senses
I used to breathe beauty
(now I brave man’s stench)
“SKY and EARTH”
Gold lining my sleeve
a small face peeks from earth below
I don’t want to alarm her
deep my thundering bellow
reach and inhale her beauty
jealous of rich soil wrapped about her
I wake each day to his radiant smile
each morning warmth tingles within
I envy the birds that fly so high
near him they almost touch
I want to lay on fluffy clouds at night
to his pocket be pinned
longing to feel his breath on my skin
only to turn my face in a smile
Never to caress the one I love
distance that separates more than miles
At Poets United we are celebrating Earth Day!!!!
I was born for the shadows
form hidden by sepia day
… is in the eye of the beholder
do they really mean what they say?
catch me on the cold nights
basking in the sun
I and the moon’s reflection
dancers we are one
you can never touch me
but you can always try
reach into tomorrow
beauty is in the …
I just found this wonderful Shadow Dancer prompt offered by Bastet at Mind love miserys menagerie. The photography (top) is by Nickolas Muray . The photograph below is my shot of a whimsical sculpture in the National Gallery of Art.
open faced beauty
proud you stand above the rest
jungle queen
The Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem’s prompt is Orchid
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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