Content, I Am

-
Content to be amid flower and trees
And meadow where plush grass, with ease,
Waves to summer's docile breeze

Content to see full moon pinned high,
An opal brooch clasped to velvet sky,
Which holds her stars for gazing eye

Content to know sun's rays will grace
Each day its warmth upon my face
With comfort gentle in embrace

Content to trust true tides of oceans
Which quiets seas, calming emotions
Bathing shores in rhythmic motions

But content, my heart, forever to beat
Sharing God's wonders of quiet retreat
Where only with Him is faith complete


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

My Letter to Santa Claus

-
Dear Santa, Yes, Santa, I do believe. I’m only going to ask you for a few things this year for Christmas. I’ll start with the easier requests. I’d like a self-loading dishwasher. And would you be able to make the dust on the shelves look ‘festive’ – like snow or frost – instead of neglected? I’d like my father to call me by my name and not those of my siblings or the dog I had when I was a teenager so long ago. I’d like just a little bit more time in each day. You can give that to me through my children. Please have them turn their clothing right-side-out, before it’s washed. Specifically, their socks. Enough Scotch Tape to wrap ALL the gifts. Oh, and some Duct Tape so I can hold myself together this season. I don’t want leggings or tights. But could you give me legs that might look good in them. In years past, I didn’t always get the things I wanted, but that’s probably because I didn’t ask for them. I wanted things, but I stopped working hard to get them and keep them. ...
Read more

A Haunting Season (2 chapters)

-
Prologue Humidity's stifling blanket is gone and each breath comes easier. Squirrels scurry to gather a harvest before the snows of winter shroud a frozen landscape in pristine whiteness. Awakened is the smoke, exhaled from chimneys not used since March and families get cozy in the midst of the shadows cast by dancing flames; the warmth wrapped around them. While most celebrate this transformation of the seasons, I do not. Overwhelmed with feelings of anxiety, fall's vivid colors seen on the trees, is a dreadful reminder that they will soon seek me out. As though I will be the one to unburden them and move them beyond the interim - between here and now and heaven or hell. Like life that has been sucked from the lushness of summer, autumn falls dead. The daylight slips away and darkness steals its splendor. Only shades in gray are left behind the closed shutters. I will no longer hear the peep frogs or crickets that lulled me to sleep only a few short weeks ago. Instead, I w...
Read more

My Letter to St. Nicholas 2024

-
 My Dearest St. Nicholas, Perhaps it’s my age that has me looking out at the world with a mixture of reminiscent comfort and, honestly, a bit of woeful glumness. I long for times when life was simple. Being somewhat of an “old soul”, and one who prefers the quiet and calm in life, I find myself hiding away from the hum and buzz of the societal hive outside my doors. Much of my comfort comes from reflection. I sometimes wander back in time to when there wasn’t instant gratification and patience was learned. Anticipation brought hope because waiting was the only way. Children played outside, had face to face conversations with each other, and believed in Santa Claus for as long as they wanted (and pretended to, for even longer). Our imaginations were meaningful in working and playing. Ideas were envisioned, not manufactured and forced upon us through technology. We asked our parents questions to seek understanding. We relied on them, not social media or search engines that, too often...
Read more