Rise Up America (A Prayer of Hope)

I wrote this poem this morning…it came to me as a song. I am not a musician, but what can I say…I just write what comes. God bless America. Thank you Lord, for this great country, for all the sacrifices and bloodshed it has endured. For all the hope it has shared, for the dreams, visions and hopes you Our Father have had for this adopted child.

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Daughter Fall (A Poem about Letting Go)

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Poetry can be a snapshot of the day, a moment, a memory, a season. It so often captures what I find hard to articulate in essay form, and like paintings leaves room for varied conclusion. I have written this poetic response for my blogging sister and friend Karen, for her Tuesday at Ten prompt. It was perfect because I had already captured the morning in images by the ocean, but this prompt allowed me to approach with words the unspoken emotions pumping through my mom heart today.

I invite you to have a look at the amazing pictures (amazing because RI is a beautifully photographic state, not because I am a great photographer! ) I grabbed and linked for you to enjoy: Narragansett, RI/Fall.

I hope you enjoy the poem and the pictures…

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Random Journal Day #56 with Sylvia Robertson

 

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Welcome to Random Journal Day!

I am sorry this post is a bit late today, but would you believe I was trapped in an elevator? With a vampire? Um…yeah, NO. Would you believe I’m late because the Great Pumpkin  actually showed up? Um…yeah, NO …again. OK, I am sorry I am late. I really don’t have a good reason or excuse. Besides, better late than never, right?

I am not sure how I first found Sylvia Robertson’s Blog, but I fell in love with the loveliness of her shared books and and pages immediately. However, there was one problem…her blog was very vague about the lovely person behind the dashboard. Eventually, I connected with the mysterious writer and invited her to be our Featured Journal Writer,  and enjoy for yourself, her Sylvr Pen. You are in for a real treat, friends!

Without further adieu, please welcome, Sylvia.

 

 

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Planning but Trusting God in the Hard Stuff

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And He withdrew from them about a stone’s throw, and He knelt down and began to pray, saying, “Father, if You are willing, remove this cup from Me; yet not My will, but Yours be done.”

 

I am 12, kneeling on the floor of my bedroom, squinting while scribbling lyrics to a rock n’ roll song playing on my record player. I just lost some of you, but wait, there’s more. It was a 45 RPM. Not important which one, because I had a collection, the point isn’t about the record, player or even the song, it’s about this crazy obsession of capturing words and transferring them to paper. It’s about this consuming desire to bring words to life, life to words. To understand what was …and is beneath the surface of the obvious. Maybe it’s about something deeper still.

 

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Words in the Lot

photo credit: Rattlesnake via photopin (license)

 

 

 

 

Satan sneaks in subtly,

with snakelike words

that slither,

seeking to strangle

 the precious Christ

that lives and moves

and has His being

in you.

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