“Kumbaya” DSE #7 #Music

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“Kumbaya,” also spelled “Kum Ba Ya,” is a well-known campfire song. I know I spent many happy Saturday nights around a campfire singing it as a child. Even those who couldn’t sing managed to catch on and make an effort.

No one really knows the song’s origin; in fact, there’s been some controversy surrounding it, as
this article
points out. To me it was, and still is, a common song that I, personally, have used to bring people together.

This is number seven in my
double strung experiments.
You will hear the melody played on zither, which has steel strings, and harmony on the lyre with softer, nylon strings. Notes of the melody and harmony echo each other at times. This is one of the many fascinating effects available on a double strung harp. As usual, it’s easier heard than explained, so I ask that you have a listen, and enjoy this peaceful arrangement!

Conquer Stone #Poem

Water seems a harmless thing,
Yet conquers even stone
By taking down a megalith,
As in the fall of Rome.

Music is the water heard,
Compassion in its tone.
It heals the broken-hearted souls,
Believing they’re alone.

So be the water, be the song
That conquers stone with love!


49 words for Sammi’s
Weekend Writing Prompt #175 – Megalith.

Journey of His Plan #Poem

Give me liberty or give me lemons!
Regardless of which one,
Be they fresh-squeezed or otherwise,
I pray “Thy Will be done!”

A blank canvas I seem to be,
But really I am not,
For God made me with plans in mind,
And so my life He brought.

The rainstorms cover me indeed;
He always brings me through.
Under the sea or on the land,
Our God cannot be moved!

Sometimes I’m like a tumbleweed
That’s tossed and blown about.
Tongue-tied, I call Him in my mind;
God takes away my doubt.

Though one green flash I’ve never seen,
I feel his loving hand.
And in it I remain throughout
The journey of His plan!


Another response to this week’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt!

The Grand Plan #Poem

My Spirit has a great grand plan
Through music bringing Light and Peace!
It’s not a green flash in the pan;
My Spirit has a great grand plan!
When tongue-tied I just seek God’s hand;
Life’s rainstorms nurture fruits fresh-squeezed.
My Spirit has a great grand plan
Through music bringing Light and Peace!


A Triolet in response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #38.

Though I haven’t done all of them, I really enjoy these prompts! So, yes, Linda, they’ve lived up to the hype! ❤

Autumn Dream #Poem

Transition is so needed now!
The earth agrees, approaching Fall.
It touches one; it touches all.
The Universe knows why and how.

Your life, the field your choices plow.
What kind of harvest will you reap?
What dreams are sowing while you sleep?
Your heart’s own love will tell you best;
Eternal Mind fills in the rest.
Connect, and may it be complete!


Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 23 (FALL) This week, it’s the B rhyme line.

“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

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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!

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!