Why Are You Downcast? #psalm #trial #haiku

 

Questions makes no sense

Sitting under a fog bank

sorrow on my brow

***

 

 

Vindicate me, O God, and plead my case

against an ungodly nation;

deliver me from deceitful and unjust men.

2For You are the God of my refuge.

Why have You rejected me?

Why must I walk in sorrow

because of the enemy’s oppression?

3Send out Your light and Your truth;

let them lead me.

Let them bring me to Your holy mountain,

and to the place where You dwell.

4Then I will go to the altar of God,

to God, my greatest joy.

I will praise You with the harp,

O God, my God.

5Why are you downcast, O my soul?

Why the unease within me?

Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him,

my Savior and my God.

~Psalm 45

 

There are days when sorrow is a heavy coat that holds you down like wet sand. Little can you move,  sitting for the final toll.

Downcast yes but those burdens can be tossed to the one willing to bear all burdens.

There are few answers …

The pain stings…

Throw off the great weight or the tug of the tide might be too great. It’s pull merciless  toward an embroiled  sea of despair.

Unspoken Message #poetry

fog

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!

Lost in the Fog #photography #poetry

solemnbeach

The goal of the challenge at Carpe Diem is to take the Tanka (written by Takuboku) as an  inspiration for a Tanka:

On the white sand
Of the beach of a small isle
In the Eastern Sea
I, my face streaked with tears,
Am playing with a crab
(c) Ishikawa Takuboku
Dragging my feet
my hopes and dreams have sunk
mournful horn
no treasure in the fog
stench of seaweed
Photography  © L. Moon 2013

Our Beach #oneshotwednesday

Early dawn awakens

calling us to her

waves recede their motion

revealing white treasure

*

unveiled  each saucy look

Wide eyed as a child

taking in the picture

things so tame yet wild

*

birds stilt-like skinny legs

scurry dodge the flow

She knows us and smiles

little ones on the go

**

lovers in their own world

place where it all starts

hoping never for an end

passion gives a spark

**

wondrous moments in the fog

fingers always clasped

bare foot momentary prints

they  never seem to last

**

Seashells never found before

driftwood sadly bare

relics of those broken hearts

dreams , never shared

***

we take a walk along our beach

and reach toward the sand

quickly reaches back at us

her foam covered hand

***

I grew up and lived at or close to the beach. The world there is free, clean and wild. It always beckons some of us back for more.

Please join us for a walk with others in the world of poetry at One Shot Wednesday

Not alone (#Microfiction Monday)

What is there that I cannot see

peering from beneath a blanket of misty gray?

I feel a forboding in my spirit

I am not alone

Join us for MicroFiction Monday as we try to construct a story in 140 characters based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Susan who graciously hosts each week.

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