My magnum opus isn’t done!
It’s really only just begun!
It brings fulfillment, joy and bliss,
Hiding exactly what it is…
Attracting with magnetic force,
While Spirit guides my journey’s course.
Oh soul, awake my mind to know,
Why music keeps me striving so!
—
A Quadrille (poem of exactly 44 words, excluding title) for De’s “magnet” prompt at
dVerse.
Expectant harvest–
Wheat! Dust and weeds? Some good lives
In each particle.
—
A Haiku for Ronovan’s challenge of
Dust and Weed.
Scanning with mind’s eye,
I take in brilliant colors…
Butterflies in flight!
—
Written for
#Threethingschallenge #395 at Pensitivity101.
“Trentham” was composed by the British organist, Robert Jackson, in 1878. It is one of several musical settings for the hymn, “Breathe on Me, Breath of God.”
The lyrics were written by Edwin Hatch, also in 1878. They are based on John 20:21-22, which read, “Then said Jesus to them again, Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you. And when he had said this, he breathed on them, and saith unto them, Receive ye the Holy Ghost.” [King James Version (KJV)]
This is a hymn for Pentocost, but this being the coming of the Holy Spirit, it is a beautiful hymn at any time of year.
I hope you enjoy this arrangement played on alto (UK treble) recorder and zither!
One morning I awakened,
And I heard the voice of God!
“I have given you fresh coffee
And a brand-new coffee pot.
“Your breakfast is provided,
With your lunch and dinner, too,
For the love of my creation.
Yes, my child, just for you.
“You finish what you started,
Every small and larger task,
For I know what you have need of,
Even long before you ask.
“With the people whom you meet,
You are sharing what you know.
You have let me be the artist
Of the canvas that you show.
“You are living by example,
Whether times are good or tough,
Through the knowing of your Spirit
That you always have enough.
“And the baseball game this evening,
I have given for your mind,
For your rest and entertainment,
As a balanced life you find.”
So, when I lay down at nighttime,
I thank God for closing day.
As with every step I took in faith,
He lead me on my way.
And I thank Him for the coming night
And peaceful, restful sleep,
And the Oneness of my soul with God,
In Whom I live and breathe.
For He knows what I have need of,
Long before I even ask!
By His Grace and Guidance I accomplish
Each appointed task!
Original Song on Ukulele
All bases covered
One choice made in an instant
Ruins best laid plans
—
A Haiku-like poem for today’s #Threethingschallenge at
Pensitivity101.
I’m marching to a different drum!
The road less traveled has begun!
I hear the Plymouth Rocking song;
My pilgrimage of life is on!
I packed my tissues for the times
When I can only pray and cry.
Brown-paper package full of hope.
Whatever happens, I can cope.
The chalkboard of my mind is white
And ready for the Highest Light!
It may be fast or may be slow,
But with the music I will go.
I’m keeping on, whatever comes,
And marching to the Spirit’s drum!
—
A second response to
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #42.
Life is not a yellow brick road,
But more of a march down the road less traveled.
We can plot out our trip on a chalkboard,
Follow the map to Plymouth Rock,
Or take a taxi anywhere on land
That we can afford to go.
But life is not a yellow brick road
Or a brown-paper package
Wrapped up invitingly.
It’s more of a journey
Of tissues, scars, scratches, and scrapes.
The funny thing is,
Like the pain of labor to bring a child into this world,
We forget most of the trials
In our moments of sweetness
On our march down the road less traveled!
—
My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #42.
New music rushes
Flowing river changing lives
Day dream symphony
—
My response to
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille: Day Dreaming
Nothing comes from nothing;
Therefore, nothing is truly unprompted.
That which makes the gingerroot grow
And the coyote howl;
The King of earth and sky and sea,
The Power some call Neptune,
Gives the green light for all that is,
For He is All that is.
Let us seek our home base
Deep within ourselves,
And find within the same Ilumination
That lacquers shining stars and objects both!
This is our Light,
Our Life,
Our Inspiration!
And may we listen
To the Spirit’s promptings!
—
My response to one of Linda Kruschke’s previous Paint Chip Poetry Prompts, where she and Ron ask,
“What if there were no prompts?”
Mystical Strings 
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