Beata Agustin Poet Quatrain

Oxymorons at Work in My Meditations

Daily, God* grants me fulltime tasks to spend midst pastime bliss
Creating heaven-on-earth moments I will never miss---
Turning chaotic silence caused by doubt-driven trust
Into vibrant faith that smites honest lies along gladness-crust.

Facing attacks of ephemeral forever doom
My heart perseveres against pain of losing wins’ doom
Bouncing back from woes due to living dead stature
Smiting hellish paradise-angst toward green pasture's nurture.

Leaving cheerful pessimist attitude behind
I behold awfully pretty times as greatly designed
Along bittersweet memories with gratitude’s best
…That though sometimes I'm a wise fool, I always feel blest.

*2 Timothy 1:2 Grace, mercy, and peace, from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord.

September 1, 2026
1st place, "Silent Letters and Oxymorons" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 9/2/2026

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Sara Kendrick September 2, 2026 at 8:52 AM Congratulations on your winning work in Natasha's contest, a very creative work on your part. Way to go. 👏✍️. Sara K.

Natasha L Scragg September 2, 2026 at 5:56 AM An excellent used of oxymoron coupled with expressions of faith. You've written this in a way as to roll off the tongue with ease when reading. Lovely flow to it. Thank you for entering the contest 😊🌺