poetry

Echo


Echo

I would like to thank the talented Pepperanne from Field of Thorns for nominating me for a Timed Word Challenge. My topic was ECHO. My word count is 97.

Now I would like to nominate the following bloggers to participate in this as well.

Heart, depth, and Soul 

Neha at Forgotten Meadows

Sibella at Arts & Rhymes

Marlyn at Kintal

Audrey at Oldest Daughter Red Headed Sister

Below are the rules, and your topic will be at the very bottom.  Have fun, and make sure you visit Pepperanne over at Field of Thorns.

1) Open an MS word document (or any other editor).
2) Set a stop watch or a mobile for 5-10 minutes.
3) Your topic is at the foot of this post.  DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
4) Fill the word document with as much wordage as you want, once you start writing, don’t stop.
5) DO NOT cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check (this is only meant for you to reflect on your control over sensible thought flow).
6) You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals.
7) At the end of your post write down the number of words.
8) Do not forget to copy and paste the entire passage to your blog post with a new topic.

Your topic — INTENTIONAL

poetry

The Path of the Donkey King – Kyrielle


The Path of the Donkey King

I wrote this poem as a response to a year-long project I am a part of called, Take Me Deeper. I am leading the poetry/writing group, and each week I upload my response to the week’s focus.

This poetry form, Kyrielle, is a french form and follows the rules below:

Four line stanzas (quatrains), rhyming sequence – aabb, ccbb, ddbb, the last line in each stanza is the same. I cheated a bit, because each line should only have eight syllables.

Hope everyone has a great weekend.

🙂


Photo taken in Ouro Preto, Brazil

poetry, Spiritual

Blood


Nothing but the blood

Can you imagine a body without blood? Kind of a strange question, isn’t it?

This week I was reading the lyrics to an old hymn, “Nothing but the blood of Jesus”. I’m not a big fan of old hymns, but in the past few months, this hymn has struck a chord with me. Mainly because I was questioning certain aspects of my faith.

I decided to do some research in google on the ‘whys’ of blood and it’s function. Did you know that blood is absolutely essential for life? It carries water, nutrients, proteins and hormones to the parts of our body that need them. It also carries carbon dioxide, toxins and waste along so they can be disposed of. Without blood we can’t keep warm, nor cool off. Blood helps fight infection, bacteria and viruses too.

If you are not of the same worldview as me, you may not be able to fully appreciate how there seems to be a strong analogy between the physical and the spiritual here. I find it fascinating, and quite revelatory.

If you’re interested, this is a great version of the song by Sarah Hart Pearsons.

Have you ever thought about the complexity of the human body, and how it’s different systems work?

Poem, Spiritual

Freedom & Slavery (double cinquain)


Freedom & Slavery

Do you think that allowing yourself to be enslaved to someone kind of goes against the idea of freedom?

As a Christian, I believe that freedom comes from living within boundaries that were made for my protection. I used to think Christians lived such boring lives. I also used to think that they were just religious freaks, following a bunch of rules, and having no fun. Little did I know (at the time) that I was the one that was imprisoned. I believed a lie.

I believe I have freedom now. Freedom to be all that I was created to be. Freedom to say no to that which will harm me. Freedom to live within healthy and safe boundaries. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

What does ‘freedom’ mean to you? Do you believe that boundaries are needed to truly be free?


The cinquain poetry form is a 5-line, unrhymed poem. It contains 22 syllables and each line has a different syllable count: 

Line 1=2 syllables, 2=4, 3=6, 4=8, 5=2.

The photo was taken in Ouro Preto-MG, Brasil.

Poem

Immanuel – God with us


Immanuel-God with us

I am not an expert at anything

Not poetry

Not music

Not drawing, nor painting

Not mixed media

Not parenting, nor teaching

But I have passion

I have desire

And what I do, I do with purpose and love

I give it my all

The Little Drummer Boy did too. He stood before a little baby, who was also a king. He wondered at the peaceful, innocent, simple scene. So touched he was that he wanted to give him something special. Something given in love and honor. He wasn’t the greatest drummer. Heck, he was only a young boy. He didn’t have material wealth, nor a fine gift to offer him, so he played. He played with passion, with heart – he gave it his all. Then the baby smiled at him. That’s what I want. I want to see him smile at me. That’s my greatest treasure. That’s my greatest reward.

Here’s one of my favorite Christmas songs of all time.

Little Drummer Boy by Pentatonix on Youtube.

What is the best gift you have ever received? What Christmas song do enjoy most?

Art, Poem

Sun Love


Sun Love

 

Can you imagine what would happen to a tree if it didn’t get sunlight? The sun is absolutely necessary for most trees to grow and flourish. It is needed for photosynthesis to happen, and in turn sugar is produced, which feeds the tree oxygen and then is released into the air (source). We need oxygen to breathe – to live.

The above piece serves as a spiritual allegory for me. When the sun doesn’t shine, I’m weak and droopy. My colors aren’t vibrant, but more like monochrome and depressive. I need the sun. When I’m far from it I suffer depression. I get tired and fatigued. I get irritable.

I want to be that big, lush, tall, strong, mature, beautiful tree. I guess that means I need to keep turning my face toward the sun and allow it to do its work.

How about you?

 

Poem, Songs, Spiritual

Naked and Exposed


naked and exposed - photl

 

Are you a private person? Do you like to keep some things to yourself?

I used to be very open with others. In fact, I used to think of myself as somewhat of an open book. I was also younger, inexperienced, and maybe a little less wiser. I remember though, when I first made a decision to believe in God and to live for Him, I began to have a much stronger conscience. I would feel anxiety at times because I felt as though there were certain things I just may like to hide from Him. Things that I didn’t want him to know. Maybe thoughts that weren’t always the purest and morally correct. One day, however, I was walking home from school and it suddenly dawned on me. I can’t hide a single thing from my creator. He knows all of my thoughts. All of my actions. All of the motives of my heart. He even knows the words I’m going to speak before they reach my lips. Then I realized, that in Him knowing all, and that He still accepts me just as I am, there was great freedom and comfort in that. All the wrong that I had ever done, and would ever do, could be wiped away, simply because of His amazing mercy and grace.

How could I not surrender my all to Him.

Now back to you. Are you a private person or are you an open book? Do you ever wonder, or think about your motives, and if they are ever seen or known?