The Quest of Care
Belongs to all upon Her lands.
The Quest of Care,
To hold the sacred Earth in prayer.
Just offer Her the best you can.
Your life upon this Earth demands
The quest of care.
—
This Earth Day poem is a
Rondelet.
And this post from my dVerse Poets friend, Lilian:
And the Earth Prays
Hallelujah! Shout and sing,
For Christ is risen! Praise the King!
Hallelujah! We rejoice,
For He has given us a voice!
Hallelujah! Free your mind,
For when you seek Him, you will find!
Hallelujah! Sing and shout,
For Christ the Savior brought us out!
Hallelujah! We are free,
In Him for All Eternity!
Hallelujah! Christ alive,
So we can know Him here, inside!
Hallelujah! Shout and sing,
For Christ is risen! Praise the King!
Enjoy these songs at Easter or any other time!
Let the Mind be in You – Lyrics
Christ is risen! He’s risen indeed!
And from every last sin we are freed!
If we carry their load,
Then the fault is our own:
‘Cause the King threw them into the sea!
Wishing everyone a happy Easter Sunday!
I asked my husband for dark chocolate eggs.
Milk chocolate speckled? Not a substitute.
The grocery store is out of what I love…
So few can understand dark chocolate love!
Not coconut or cream for Easter eggs.
My taste buds and my heart won’t substitute.
Though as a child, I took the substitute,
I won’t deny the treats I truly love.
Of all things out of stock, why now these eggs?
Yet Easter eggs can’t substitute for love!
—
This poem is another
Tritina
and very true. 🙂
He bore the heavy cross despite the pain.
And did He trudge and stumble in the rain?
It took His earthly strength to stand the strain.
Though in His mind, did Christ the man complain?
‘Twas more than any human could sustain,
But by His love, he took our guilt and shame.
With stripes upon His back, He carried shame.
And did He think to wallow in the pain?
I can’t imagine all Christ did sustain!
O as He walked, did teardrops fall like rain?
His human mind, it may perhaps complain,
But by His love, Christ rose beyond the strain.
What fortitude it cost to bear the strain!
And who would take another’s sin and shame?
His destiny it was; did He complain?
O who for anyone could stand such pain!
The earth shook, and the sky began to rain,
But by His love, the Savior could sustain.
A living hell did Christ the King sustain!
And did He ever crumble from the strain?
Now every year the sky is filled with rain
To clear the air of sinners’ guilt and shame.
Was there a consolation in His pain?
Yet by His love, the Lord could not complain.
I’m sure that, in His place, I would complain,
And even faith I hardly could sustain.
I cannot fathom all His depth of pain!
Profoundly though, He took on every strain
And great despair, erasing people’s shame!
And by His love, compassion fell like rain!
Now each Good Friday, clouds release the rain,
And as His children, we cannot complain.
The King of Kings who took away the shame
Did go through more than we could e’er sustain.
Did Jesus, as a man, resent the strain?
As by His love, He washed away the pain.
As brothers shame is nothing to sustain!
When we complain, just think, He took our strain.
And by His love, the rain renews. No pain!
—
A Good Friday
Sestina.
Wishing you a blessed and happy Easter weekend!
O yes, he slumbers,
And he sleeps,
But never strays too far from me.
“Where you at?”
“What is that?”
Could use his cane just like a bat.
He hears my feet
And walks with me.
Not always easy, but how sweet.
So strong and tall;
I’m not that small,
But safe in arms that give their all.
From jarring sound
To snowy ground,
Such love and care at last I found!
A husband sure,
A blessing pure!
I vowed to love him evermore!
That I could be
As good as he,
A fraction of his qualities!
O yes, he slumbers,
And he sleeps,
But never strays too far from me.
My Poker playing’s greatest in the class;
My number never comes up winning last.
I haven’t touched the feeling of defeat,
Unless you count the lurid life I lead!
mismanaging, mistaken, made the fool,
But get it straight, I got an ace in you!
—
A late Quadrille for De’s “ace” prompt at
dVerse.
I had fun with this one! 🙂
How do you know if you love someone?
And if your reasons are right or wrong?
How can you tell if you really belong?
By seeking the Truth in your heart.
How do you know if you do your best?
And if your answer will pass the test?
How can you tell if you’ve really been blessed?
By seeking the Truth in your heart.
How do you know if you’re torn and tired?
And if you’ve lost some deep desire?
How can you tell if you’re feeling inspired?
By seeking the Truth in your heart.
How do you know if you love someone?
And if you do, are you two? Or one?
How can you tell when the worry is gone?
By seeking the Truth in your heart.
How can you love and say, “Worry, be gone!”
By seeking the Truth in your heart!
A child’s kiss
The singing birds
When lost is found
A tender word
A happy song
A piece of cake
When flowers bloom
To softly wake
When love is true
An early Spring
The way you laugh
A Summer drink
These many things
And many more
Remind me what
I’m living for:
To love, to laugh
To give some cheer
And honor Him
Who put me here
These many things
And many more
Remind me what
I’m living for
—
A “list of things” inspired by today’s prompt at
napowrimo.net.
I used to talk for hours on the phone;
Before that no, I barely spoke at all.
As changes changed my life, o how I’ve grown!
It took me to a kind of twilight zone,
His conversation anything but small.
I used to talk for hours on the phone.
I gave myself to others as a loan,
A borrowed blessing passing in the hall.
As changes changed my life, o how I’ve grown!
His spirit woke my every nerve and bone,
A voice within; I answered when he called.
I used to talk for hours on the phone.
Now I am not an island, but a stone
Creating waves of goodness as I fall.
As changes changed my life, o how I’ve grown!
One Life in everything, the truth be known;
His Light the highest nature of us all.
I used to talk for hours on the phone;
As changes changed my life, o how I’ve grown!
—
A Villanelle for today’s prompt at
napowrimo.net
and Forms for All at
dVerse.
I really enjoy this form, but it takes a lot of time and thought to write.
Mystical Strings 
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