You bless me with your touch
that wakes me every day,
the whisper of your voice
I hear in gentle ways,
the blanket of your Spirit
embracing me so tight,
that I may be your blessing
from morning until night.
—
For Paul’s beautiful prompt asking for “ripples of blessings” at
dVerse.
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Happy Mother’s Day to moms and children alike! This song is not just for mothers, but moms will relate to it. May you feel God’s tender touch when you need it most!
1. You give me feelings,
And you make me care,
But God, I just don’t understand.
You make me hope
When I’m running in despair,
And I know that you must have a plan.
Refrain 1:
Oh can you tell me why, oh why
This life can hurt so much?
At every turn I cry and cry;
I’m reaching for your touch.
2. You give me love,
And you make me dream,
But everything is in my way.
You make me try,
When I only wanna scream.
And you let me live another day.
Refrain 1:
3. I’ll never know
The work you do
Until it’s all complete and done.
So I ask for patience,
Peace, and truth
To be what you’ve begun.
Refrain 2:
‘Cause only you know why, oh why
This life can hurt so much.
You hold me when I cry and cry,
And I feel your tender touch.
You give me feelings,
And you make me care.
And God, please help me understand.
To me, this song is a blessing in itself! I wrote the music on ukulele in 2010 or earlier. It didn’t have lyrics then, but I enjoyed the instrumental. I played it on Celtic harp,
posted here
with a poem in 2013, but still no lyrics. This week the lyrics came together; it took no time and little thought. So on ukulele as written, enjoy the song, Simple Blessing.
1. Blessings in life are the simplest of things,
Warmth in the Winter and breezes in Spring,
Summer of fruit, good and plenty for all,
Veggies and grain come to harvest in Fall.
2. Waking each morning and sleeping at night,
Being in darkness and seeing the Light,
Feeling the Presence of God through the year,
Struggles and sorrows, they all disappear.
Refrain:
When we give a smile, and hear the voice of a child,
When we look and see possibility,
With an open mind, we can’t help but find
We are planting the seeds for a blessing to be!
3. Blessings in life are the simplest of things,
Feeling the joy a beginning can bring,
Spending some time looking back at the end
To celebrate life as it circles again.
4. The words that we say and the things that we do,
Each thought we hold onto is planting our truth.
Sow every seed with a gardener’s care;
Water and nurture the goodness you share.
Refrain:
May we plant Heaven’s seeds for a blessing to be!
In e-ve-ry way
this penultimate day
of National Poetry writing,
I feel a great need
to wonder and grieve
for all the big words they are citing!
Now penultimate means
that my pen is a fiend.
Not really but how can you know it?
It’s dumb and absurd
using uncommon words
for the fancified voice of a poet.
And so I wanna say
this penultimate day,
remember what Jesus admonished…
TO be heard in your prayers,
don’t put on any airs.
Say the words in your heart and be honest!
—
Day 29 and holding… Penultimate means next-to-last. I’ve never used that word in my life! Today it’s just to prove a point.
What Jesus said was:
“And when you pray, you shall not be like the hypocrites. For they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the corners of the streets, that they may be seen by men. Assuredly, I say to you, they have their reward. And when you pray, do not use vain repetitions as the heathen do. For they think that they will be heard for their many words. (Matthew 6:5,7, NKJV)
Between the poems, words I wish to say,
Between the words are strings I want to play,
Between the strings are games I cannot win,
Between the games I find the peace within.
Between the peace and heartache, there is time,
Between the time are breaths, each one sublime,
Between each breath, a point so small but still,
Between the stillpoints, glimpses of His will.
Between His will and mine, illusion’s maze,
Between ullusions, may I stop to pray,
Between the prayers, I listen for His plan,
Between His plan, I rest within His hand.
Between His hand and mine, no earthly thing,
Between the earth and heav’n, one song to sing,
Between the song and strings He bids me play
Are poems with the words He helps me say.
—
NaPoWriMo day 28.
Go forth and say what’s yours to say;
May Spirit guide you on your way!
People care
Everywhere
I don’t even know they’re there!
Many races
Many faces
Opening their hearts to share!
I am heard
Through my words
Making friends beyond compare!
Friends who see
Inside of me
Nearing, cheering me to dare!
Love and peace
Community
Unknown answer to my prayer!
People care
Everywhere
I give thanks for all they share!
—
For NaPoWriMo day 27, my response to Paul’s first prompt at
dVerse.
Welcome, Paul!
I put your number in my phone just yesterday,
Not knowing I would be so grateful having it today.
I took a different way than every other time,
A crisis made a blessing by a covering divine.
God gives and takes away, a gift in either case.
His Spirit comes in many forms and in the darkest place.
I sit in wonder at the work of loving hands
And thank the God who keeps me safe and living for His plans!
—
This 25th day of NaPoWriMo I’m grateful to be writing, walking, thinking, living! I was reminded today that God works in mysterious ways. Mysterious for sure, but God is at work nonetheless. For this we give thanks!
I cannot function in the world today.
Life’s keeping all my feelings bottled up.
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.
My mind is full of many words to say.
How well I know the pressure building up.
I cannot function in the world today.
My heart insists it feels a better way.
And deep within my soul is burning up.
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.
The darkest night is taking me away
And forcing me to see the wounds show up.
I cannot function in the world today.
There’s freedom at the breaking of the day,
But one persistent thought I can’t give up:
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.
Yet older than the mind, my Spirit wakes!
And I pour out this stale and empty cup…
I cannot function in the world today;
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.
—
A villanelle for day 21 of NaPoWriMo.
Just catching up on some reading
where folks tell what it’s like
to be in their shoes.
It seems I’ve worn some of those shoes.
Just listening to a song
that came from someone’s heart,
touched by another.
It seems I’ve felt that touch.
Just enjoying the breeze
sent to cheer the day
and lift the birds to new heights.
It seems I’ve flown that high before.
Just catching up
on the life you’ve given me
to remind me of the beauty
I don’t seem to remember enough.
And just saying thank you!
—
Written for NaPoWriMo day 19.
I’m poeming here in the land of sun
With birds and flowers, sweetness and fun.
The only thing better, it’s perfectly clear,
Would be poeming with your laughter near.
I’m singing here in the land of love
With all of these blessings straight from above.
And the greatest one I’ve seen so far
Is the Light that shimmers between our hearts.
With me you go; with me you stay,
No matter where you are today.
Tomorrow you will come along
In heart, in soul, in poem and song.
—
A short (enough?) postcard poem for De’s prompt at
dVerse.
Come travel the world with all the amazing poets this April, and join in. We don’t bite!
Mystical Strings 
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