O the ego is personal first;
It is catching and clinging and worse!
But the Father is One
With the Will that is done
For the Light in your soul and its worth!
—
A Limerick for today’s
#Threethingschallenge.
Category Archives: Spiritual practices
“Clipping Changes” Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Challenge #Poem
I feel like I’m clipped
Having wings but cannot fly
I’m a world apart
I’m a world apart
In a void of my making
I long to be free
I long to be free
Even if in the same place
To spread my wings wide
To spread my wings wide
I must leave this patterned life
Choosing change renews
—
This is my attempt to write a Shi Rensa Haiku, created by Ronovan. You can learn how to write one and take part in this week’s challenge, using the words clip and wings,
here.
Thanks for the words and the form challenge, Ronovan!
Cleansing Fountain #Music
This American folk melody is one of several musical settings for the hymn, “There is a Fountain,” also known by its full first line, “There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood.” The lyrics were written by William Cowper in 1772. I hope you enjoy this peaceful lyre arrangement!
Rectify #Poem
How do you rectify a love
That wasn’t love right from the start?
How do you ease a tortured mind,
Your peaceful, easing heart to find?
I long for Heaven’s openness,
Fulfillment opened, grace refreshed!
—
35 words for Sammi’s
Weekend Writing Prompt #174: Rectify.
When I Am Old #Poem
When I am old,
I will only be old
to those younger than I am,
unless I’m still in chronic pain,
which makes me old already.
When I am old,
I will have some leisure time
to smell the wild huckleberries,
pick what I need,
and bake pies to share.
When I am old,
I won’t see the cumulonimbus clouds passing,
but I will sense them
as I sense everything.
I will learn their secrets.
When I am old,
I will sit on the porch
that I don’t have yet,
enjoying the verdant Springtime.
The grass is always greener after Winter.
When I am old,
I will still take in life
like a new spice market.
Because old or not, pain or pleasure,
I am here!
When I am old
and my candlelight grows dim,
I will reflect on my life.
It’s not polished to perfection like antique brass,
But… it… is… good!
—
My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #37, When I’m Old.
I’m glad this didn’t turn out to be a sad poem!
A Simple Gift #Poem
Play or download the poem, accompanied by lyre, one of the oldest known stringed instruments.
When you feel broken, you can mend.
When you have fallen, take these wings.
They carry you on weightless strings,
For music is a trusted friend.
As notes and words and voices blend,
Your soul is free and mind is clear.
Your heart refuses now to fear.
In time your body knows the wealth
Of perfect love and joyous health
From Spirit’s music given here.
—
This is a Décima for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 22 (BLEND) This week, it’s the A rhyme line.
I’ve been reading some of the responses for weeks and finally decided to try writing one! I really enjoyed it!
This bass line and chord progression are the same ones I used in
Song of the Bluefin Tuna,
but different accompaniment and rhythm change the mood. 🙂
Song of the Bluefin Tuna #Poem
Play or download the poem with zither accompaniment.
I opened up a can one day
And heard a chilling song,
Lamenting how our human wants
Have done the tuna wrong.
It sang, “You fish and fish for me,
When you have had enough,
For something you call sushi
And that other money stuff.
“I keep the balance in the sea
Atop the chain of food.
I dive with such quicksilver speed,
Fins flashing as I move.
“I’m not a goldfish in a bowl;
The ocean is my home.
I live on up to 40 years,
In breezy mists to roam.
“So, when you eat your tuna,
Because I know you will,
Take time to give a little thanks,
A moment to be still.
“The red rock desert of your heart
Is where it all begins.
Expand yours like my ocean home
Of harmony within.
“Take what you need and nothing more,
And let the others live.
Though we may be endangered still,
You understand the gift.”
I listened to the tuna’s song,
And then I bowed my head
To thank the Lord for blessing me
With tuna fish and bread.
—
For Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #36, Endangered Species,
with bluefin tuna facts from
World Wildlife Fund.
Positive Sentience #Poem
Can you see me?
Not just with your eyes,
but with your awareness?
Your eyes do not dictate, do not judge.
In fact, they don’t even see on their own.
Everything happens in the mind.
Your perception sees,
experiences, takes in,
and the mind creates your opinions.
Remember: You are sentient!
You are free
to perceive good if, when, and where you choose.
Yes, there is negativity in this world,
even in your thoughts.
But your mind is so much greater!
Open yourself
to
positive sentience!
—
86 words for Sammi’s
Weekend Writing Prompt #173, Sentient.
Serenity #Writephoto #Poem
Play or download this serene Sonnet with lyre accompaniment.
We wonder if serenity is real.
Can it be found in ever changing life,
Despite the negativity we feel,
Beneath the rolling boil of strain and strife?
Serenity is really in plain view,
A Purloined Letter*, right before our eyes.
So simple that we think it can’t be true
And close enough to touch, but in disguise.
Serenity is deep within the mind,
At center where the heart and soul are one.
As nature does, it’s something we can find,
Returning through the gate from which we’ve come.
Our birth right, we have only to un-learn
The concept that serenity is earned.
*Purloined Letter: Reference to the story of the same name by Edgar Allan Poe.
—
My response to Sue Vincent’s
Thursday #Writephoto Prompt, Serenity.
Come, Thou Almighty King #Music
Although “Come, Thou Almighty King” is often attributed to Charles Wesley, the text is actually anonymous. The melody is an Italian hymn, composed by Felice Giardini. The earliest known publication of text and melody together was in 1757. It remains a popular traditional Christian hymn today, more than 250 years later.
I hope you enjoy this zither arrangement!
Mystical Strings 
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