Crack in the Door #poetry #pain

darkness is cruel

eyes neither open nor close

no feeling in void

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inanimate pain

screams stifled behind closed doors

you inflicted this

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slap awakens

firefly moment so bright

pin holes of hope

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eye’s revelation

light cauterizes split heart

awaits gold of day

 

Sharing with Poet’s United Midweek Motif – the prompt is Inanimate.

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Pick Me #devotion #spring #poetry

 

If you were a star

how would you stand out

among so many lights

If you were a snowflake

how would you reach gloved finger

to be caught in flight

If you were a firefly

how many others

would you have to out blink

if you one daisy in an ocean of fields

how could anyone know

if you were yellow or pink

what humans selecting 1s and 0s

compiling our value

what do they know?

The fragrant rose hopes

to be picked from above

fortunately God is a being of love

He never looks at us as one more thing

each of us more priceless

than the Hope diamond ring

The poem is silly but it conveys the fact that God knows: the name and voice of each star, He clothes each flower in the field, He knows when a bird falls, and He knows your needs (before you do.) Nature is so lovely to watch. Each day the birds come forth looking for food; Even in the winter there is food in our forest though the animals have to look harder for it. It’s there because God provides and He promises to do the same for us.

 

“Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”

Luke 12:7

“If then you cannot do even a very little thing, why do you worry about other matters?Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.”

Luke 12:26&27
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?

Matthew 6:26

 

Sharing this early spring devotion with Godinterest.

A Man’s Day #poetry #photography

Eyes that radiate summer

warm my being in the heart of winter

strong arms hold me back

from running toward another mistake

lovingly you embrace me

though I’m a complexity of errors

Like spring’s friend the firefly

you light the way for others

unaware you humbly beam cheer

spinning daily kindnesses

like the ever dutiful spider

who weaves above my doorpost

I am drawn to your window of beauty

prismatic you make another angle

through life’s aperture

sometimes I spin in circles

and marvel at the inspiration

that you with a word place into the sky

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man flips a coin

chase his own wild dreams

smooth the way for others

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There are men in our world who are loving, kind, honorable. There are also men those who are narcissistic fiends. I am blessed to know  (and have known) some exceptional men who have made the journey of life bearable. This is dedicated to – well he knows 🙂

Poet’s United Midweek Motif wants to recognize men this week – A Man’s Day.