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1. I’m easily distracted
From the path I’m meant to take.
I smell inviting fruits,
And I want to have a taste.
But even when I falter,
Even when I stray,
You light my way.
Refrain:
2. So many loud opinions,
People give advice.
I don’t know what to do,
And perhaps they got it right.
But even as I wonder,
Even as I pray,
You light my way.
Refrain: (Twice)
Oh remind me of the trail inside.
Remind me of the trail inside.
Refrain:
There are trails of tears
And paths of happiness;
Ways of destruction
And roads to being blessed.
Wherever I may go,
Spirit be my guide,
And remind me of the trail inside.
You blow through my mind
like a gentle breeze,
soft, unruffled
breath of love.
You touch my heart
as the morning sun,
shining me awake
in the dawn of your presence.
You speak to my soul
without words, without sound,
sweet music made
when we dance together.
You whisper to me,
and I do not hear–
perfect union.
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The Spirit has whispered many poems this month! Some funny, some serious, some more Metaphysical, some right up front for all to see. I’m grateful for each one, and all the poets who commit to this opening of heart, mind, soul, and time to bring art into a world in need! Thanks also to the readers–without you, our words would fall on dry soil!
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.
Simple Blessing – Lyrics
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:
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!
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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.
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NaPoWriMo day 28.
Go forth and say what’s yours to say;
May Spirit guide you on your way!
“You’re an accident waiting to happen!”
“And your bubble’s about to be burst!”
But your own point of view
Doesn’t have to be skewed
By your “friends?” who are thinking the worst!
—
A little truth in humor for day 26 of NaPoWriMo. This is not a Limerick,
but takes a similar tone and rhythm.
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!
You asked me for a speech I couldn’t give,
For wisdom unprepared to help you live.
And logic can’t explain the reason why,
My feelings too inadequate to try.
I’m sure that if I spoke, you would have heard
And understood the message in each word.
But expectations weigh upon my mind,
And I have fallen short so many times.
A hungry, rabid monster presses close
To bite me where it hurts–and hurts the most.
She takes a juicy chunk of self-esteem,
And I am left unloved, unheard, unseen.
I hope that you will never ask again.
I try to save my ego from the pain.
But I know life and how the living goes;
We take on monsters face-to-face and grow!
And still I fear the day you’ll have me speak,
For even now I feel exposed and weak.
But take my raw emotions if you must,
And I will share in perfect love and trust.
—
NaPoWriMo day 23. Do you fear public speaking? Most people do. I don’t, but being asked to speak (or sing or do anything) when I feel unprepared–that is my worst nightmare!
If you received this post by email, click the URL to hear this song.
1. I know a guy in a cowboy hat.
Now who can measure up to that?
He’s tall and handsome, funny too.
No worries though. He isn’t you!
Refrain:
2. The women on the morning show
Have everything and shout it so.
But maybe that is not for me,
And I can live in grateful peace!
Refrain:
3. For different people, different things,
Other drums and bells that ring.
Just hear your song and sing it out.
That’s what you measure up about!
Refrain: (Twice)
You measure up to be your best.
Now play to live, and leave the rest!
Refrain:
God gives you measure, sets your time,
And writes out your life so you can find
You measure up to be your best.
Now play to live, and leave the rest!
Mystical Strings 
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