Best Blessings Poems
Like a gazelle springing from left to right
Your prayers come winging through perilous night
Making swift haste to my ill beating heart.
I was amazed at how many took part,
So deeply moved, there are tears in my eyes.
Dark thunderous clouds have moved to clear skies.
My gratitude floods to poetry friends
I’m humbled by your love as my heart mends.
7-2-22
*Dedicated to my loving poetry friends
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Blessings are real
Blessings are true
Blessings are sent from God to you
Early in the mornings
In late afternoons
Blessings despite the gloom and doom
Blessings are free
Blessings will be
Blessings are the fruits of your energy
What you put in
Will multiply out
Blessings are the good works I’m talking ‘bout
Blessings to you
Blessings from me
Blessings covering our families
Blessings smile
And Blessings converse
Blessings aligning our hearts and souls
Blessings survive
Blessings renewed
Blessings are everything you say and do
Blessing will rain
Blessings will fall
Blessings are shown upon a brick wall
In his blessings, we can trust
In the loving arms of Jesus
Countless blessings are coming our way
In the name of Jesus today
Gentle light flows through the pines,
Inviting the oaks, the laurels, to sigh,
Echoing soft breath, smoke rising –
Mist in the sky, a moment of silence
Breaks the song, playing on the crisp morn’
This is summer’s sadness, when August
Shadows the heat, the sweltering thoughts
Erasing July quicker than sunlight erases
The dew from tender petals who remember
Only the beginnings of dawn’s presence
Soon, Autumn will write its lyrics in dancing
Leaves, vibrant promises of scarlet and gold,
Enchanting the dreams with laughing hues,
Music playing quietly on the still, cool morning
When a heart reaches through the misty air
This is the best recollection of the autumnal
Wings, airborne, soaring gracefully over the
Trembling skies – into the endless veils, vapors
Still, ashen clouds, mysteries in the heavens,
Inspiring poetry from those who write visions…
Warmest wishes, feelings like leaves faded
Beneath the strongest branches, oaks and birch,
Inspirations beguiling the moon to heed the stars,
Blow away the doubts from the storms, rains falling
Melodiously, stirring the embers of a heart, a soul
August noon awaits the temptations so soon removed,
Washed away by the fond webs, the drying memories,
In tones of ashen amber, soothing auburn, reflections
Breathing out psalms along the mountain ridges,
Repeating the trembling hopes, the dreams of a spirit
Eminent woes, memories peeled away in layers –
Intimate and healing, reassuring that fall will be what it will be,
Always alive with reflections, embraces, traces of hope,
Heartfelt desires and wondering affections kissing the truth,
Abiding inside those who know this is God’s unfinished painting –
This is the treasure of summer poured out in wistful
Memories and promises, prayers for the seasonal grace,
The inspirational – the thanks, given to the One who
Captured light and poured it across the earth in one enchanting
Explosion of amazing, marvelous, stunning – even the greatest poet
Can’t write a wonder like that –
His hand, His sculpture, His creation… baffles even the most confident artiste
With God, there is no impossibility and no reason for upset
With Him, not only autumn, not just august, but the entire heart
– the whole life, the entire soul – is blessed!
Up high on our soul’s trapeze
we tire of the bar we hold
but we find it hard to release our known.
Eyeing the free bar of full potential,
we wish to air dive, then faith-catch that swing
so we may fly to where our allure roves.
All crave heights something in us sights.
Here comes, now nears, the free bar
we thoroughly want to grab,
but fear paralyzes all dreams we have.
We tell ourselves what convinces ourselves
to stay put, we count the reasons we should:
"there’s no way it could work out;
not with the balance in my bank account;
I'm too body sorry and old for dating;
I’m so tiny they won’t want me playing;
If I joined, problems would just stack;
Not without good health that I lack;
Trying would just lead to more crying.
Many angels tend God’s blessing warehouse,
some dusting boxes of blessings bearing names
of those who felt they deserved no claim.
When faith lacked so did dust thick stack.
Father stressed pressed,
promised abundance,
yet many clutch less
and name it their best.
Such believing may weave soul regret debt
for our depth knows we were made to love, not fret.
Belief is the nemesis of uncertainty,
in times of torment we keep faith
in God's gift of blessings bestowed upon us.
In a world without morals
Children of summer seek refuge
in colder climates; leaving behind
loved ones in the care of the almighty.
In days of Devilish darkness,
sad stars hibernate like somber souls.
Upon the return of solitude,
whilst shaping strings of silence,
a troubled tongue becomes a soundless voice.
Reminiscing unredeemed memories,
heartbeats echo gently at nightfall,
as a black blanket covers indigo horizons.
Shrouded shadows in manipulative mirrors,
shield the sensitivity of sincere speech.
Without words, embodied emotions,
integrate into invisible inflictions.
Perpetual pain from a poisonous past,
repeats in an unrhymed repetitive rhythm,
as fragile fingers trigger hidden trauma.
There are secrets in suppression,
with so much lost in a suicide of expression.
Spiteful spirits reappear, reflecting like
neoteric neon drops on midnight shores,
washing away forlorn forgotten footsteps.
Trials of time leave behind trails of truth,
as facts of fate fail in this false fairground.
Reflections of regret resonate a reality,
where the world is working on its own worries.
In hollow nothingness, no one offers holy hope -
only silence remains.
As snow covers frozen shores,
hearts look to horizons of higher powers.
Hope for a prospect of principles
from our creator, creates
realms of reverie offering refuge.
Lost in a moonlight dream world,
dormancy evokes pale hued horizons.
A serene scene of saffron, scarlet shades,
glowing gloriously in a devotional dawn.
After an advent of adversity,
ascending in adornment of appreciation -
born again blooms blossom to butterfly breaths.
"Cherished Blessings"
Life has not ended, only changed
and so our lives are rearranged
for one so special now has gone
their spirit, to the Lord, was drawn.
And we are lost and so afraid
their memories will never fade
these cherished blessings paid the cost
and we are left behind so lost.
Someday soon you'll see them smile
with faces that always beguile
tiny Angels in deep blue sky
the precious treasues live on to fly.
Tender moments haunt the day
when quickly they were stolen away
from safety with no reason why
so many blessed souls had to die.
Now they abide in God's great love
in heavenly mansions high above
their presence felt forever new
smiling upon a family blue.
This tragedy is not in vain
their essence shall ever remain
recall the pleasant times all shared
as a Nation wept and cared.
So Life has not ended, only changed
and tears flow feeling constant pain
and understanding is so illusive
while we mourn withno conclusion.
Trust iin God's immortal Plan
He loves every child, woman and man
throw kisses to reach the Throne
as loving hearts abide in their new home.
*Written by: Linda-Marie B.R.
*For the victims of Sandy Hook - sent -22-13
“My Philosophy is Prayers Birth Blessings”
I call on divine help when I’m in need
Friends who pray too I know their prayers are heard.
I have perfect faith, in the Lord I heed
I am so grateful for God’s holy word.
I will not worry, yet have trust instead.
I bathe in His glory, I have no fear
I walk with the Lord as I look ahead.
I feel His presence and know He is near.
I’ve seen great results whenever I pray.
I accept His will, His best will be done.
Miracles happen in a wondrous way!
Blessings are birthed by the Lord’s only son.
When I bow my head and plead with prayer
I know my Father will always be there.
11-4-21
Your Own Philosophy Statement~N/A~
Contest Judged: 11/4/2021 9:50:00 AM
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke |
Azure-accentuated ambiance awaits aspiring artists
Baby’s birth brings blessings, blowing boredom-blues
Cool calmness charms circumspect chefs to create cuisine cravings
Daybreak dos and don’ts discipline drivers from direction-dazzles
Enlightenment-exercise empowers engineers in their endeavors...
Fiery fluorescent fearlessness fuels firefighters’ faith-fortitude’s fervor
Glowing grace of God gears guardians for guiding governance
Hope highlights health-helpers’ handlings midst heightened heaviness
Illumined instructors inspire with their influence-iridescence
Justice-jubilation juxtaposed with jurisprudence-judgment joins jury...
Kaleidoscopic kindness-keys keep kinship’s knot kindling
Light’s luster leads liberation-lovers to lift the lamenting and lowly
Morning’s majestic magnificence moves mothers with mercies'* might
Nourishing nurses’ nurture and nature negates night’s negligence
Overwhelming opportunities open officials for output-optimization...
Peace-packed period pulls prayer-partners into Providence presence
Quality quotes quiet the querulous' qualms and quixotics' questions
Redolent reflections refocus reviewers against regretful reveries
Spiritual songs by soprano soloists shut silence-stillness
Triumphant thanksgiving tops tight timetable of tenacious teachers...
Ultimate urgency upholds undaunted umpires unto usefulness
Verses vanquish vanities vying against vision of the victors
Watchfulness warmth wakes the weary to welcome words of wisdom
X rays of ‘xpertise ‘xamination x-out ‘xpectations for a Xanadu
Yes-yells yearn for youth yielded yeah-yowls from yesterdays’ yets
Zion's zephyr zooms the zealously zestful to zenith of prize-zillions!!!
*Lamentations 3:22-23 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning:
great is thy faithfulness.
Abecedarian and alliteration forms
July 28, 2018
Edited on May 19, 2022
1st place, "ABCEDARIAN POEM" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 6/4/2022.
God touches us with healing hands
if we will just believe
he’ll take away our every pain
our sorrows when we grieve.
He’ll hold us in his loving arms
and wipe away our tears
and in the darkest part of night
he’ll ease all of our fears.
For God the Father’s love is pure
much purer than the snow
and when we accept him in our hearts
it’s then that we will know
that no other love can ever compare
to the love we feel inside
for a father who loved us all so much
that upon a cross he died.
Even in our darkest hour
his love will light the way
so that we might have eternal life
with him in heaven someday.
I will leave this earth as I came,
taking nothing.
But I leave some of myself.
My children,grandchildren and
all the smiles I gave,
Even to strangers I met and
didn't know.
The good words I gave when they
were needed,
Blessed not only me but the receiver.
Your path is preordained, your
steps are set.
Make sure you can say, you left your
footprints on this earth.
Then you will have truly been a
blessing to family and friends.
Copyright 2008
Anne Rutherford
Poems From the
heart Series
Heartfelt are my thanks for all the blessings
ever flowing in, out and through my life.
I feel fortunate for each go-round with strife
that arrived to design my soul’s truth dressings.
My humbled breath streams awe when I feel His touch
upon my grateful soul, heart, thoughts and actions.
With love, He guides my steps to divine traction
and lifts fear-based, stinking thinking from my clutch.
I am delighted when harmony fills my home
where family memories grow, glow and unfold.
My simple life prospers me more than bars of gold.
My soul greets days with heart-praise wherever I roam.
By clasping the lightning string
I reach the sky
Wondrous view there, I spy
Sitting on the fluffy clouds
I roam everywhere
Outspread clouds, my magic chairs
Crafting shapes out of clouds
I drive a dinosaur,
Sometimes rabbits, lion and omnivores
Goading the animals
I explore the sky's grandeur
And search for the heaven's door
Seeing a big dark black figure
I shout aloud
He does magnetize all the fluffy clouds
No shades of blue, all black now
I sit on top there
Wondering, is everything fair?
Suddenly the thunderstorms drum
I cascade down
As a raindrop and reaches a town
On seizing me
A child in the town, grins cheerfully
And the entire town, receive me gladly
Glimpsing above
On seeing the dark black figure, they bow
Gratitude for having his darshan, they show
Not all angels wear white dress
Plenty of them are in disguise
I perceived!!!
September 18 2021
*Darshan : an opportunity to see or an occasion of seeing a holy person or the image of a deity.
I was counting my neighbor's blessings,
And paying no mind to my own;
For it seemed to me the harder I worked,
The more my neighbor's had grown.
The more I looked at his blessings,
The smaller my own seemed to be.
Everything seemed to be handed to him,
While nothing came free for me.
He had a fine house, he had a fine car,
His whole life seemed to be perfect.
While my house is okay and my job pays enough,
His seemed to be more select.
I prayed and I said, Why him and not me.
Why does he seem so blessed?
God answered and said, What's his is his, what's yours is yours,
Don't rail and beat your chest.
Count your own blessings and not those of others.
Don't envy what isn't yours.
Be satisfied with what you've got.
Be happy instead for your brother.
Breaking the heart of her muse, breathing
Soft thoughts, music, songs of the stars,
Dreaming, awake, still dreaming,
Reflecting the laughter,
Oaks and pines, dancing,
In leafy smiles,
Inspiring,
Glowing,
Light.
Bright
Mornings,
Dawn of hope,
Stirring senses,
Kindness, quivering,
Soft like the silent moon,
Glistening in the night air,
Refreshing the stars, the wonder
Resting on hope, blessings listening
HOW I LOVE CROCHETING....HOW IT RELAX ME SO....
EVERY TIME I USE MY CROCHET HOOK....
I'M SOMEWHERE ELSE...FAR AWAY I LOOK...
WHETHER I'M DOWN IN WONDERLAND....
WHETHER I'M IN A SILK RED GOWN,LIKE IN OUT LANDER...IN SCOTLAND....
WHETHER I'M DAY DREAMING OF A MUCH BETTER LIFE....
FAR,FAR,AWAY IN BRIGADOON...AS SOMEONE'S FUTURE WIFE....
OR EVEN IN A COUNTRY FARM HOUSE WITHIN MY DREAMS....
WHILE I CROCHETING ANYTHING....ISN'T WHAT IT SEEMS....
CROCHETING IS MY FAVORITE DRUG....
AT LEAST IT KEEPS AWAY FOOLISH WHORES AND THUGS....
LIFE IS WAY TOO DAMNED SHORT TO BE SWEEPING UP SOMEBODY ELSE'S RUGS....
FROM A BABY SACK OF RAINBOW COLORS DELIGHT....
TO A TINY WEE CHILD'S CLOAK...VERY WARM FOR A VERY COLD NIGHT....
A WHITE WEDDING CLOAK....YES,I MADE THAT,TOO.....
AND EVEN MULTI~COLORED PATCHES...FOR A BLANKET,I HELPED LADY SUE...
MUFFIN CAPS,AND EVEN SHAWL WRAPS...
AND I'VE EVEN CROCHETED,UNTIL I TOOK A NAP...
HAPPINESS,IN THIS ART I DO....
I EVEN BEEN INSPIRED BY A CLOAK MADE BY FIRST NATION INDIANS AT THE OAKLAND MUSEUM OF CALIFORNIA...AND I'M STILL NOT THROUGH....
CROCHETING EVEN SAVED MY LIFE....
BARELY A YEAR I JOINED BEFORE MY BELOVED MOTHER HAD DIED...
THIS BE MY TRIBUTE TO WHAT I DO...
LIFE IS WONDERFUL,THROUGH AND THROUGH....
HARD TIMES COME...AND HARD TIMES GO....
BUT,CROCHETING...IN TRUTH FULFILLS MY SOUL....
THIS BE MY HAPPINESS...THIS BE MY GOAL....
CROCHETING IS A HELL OF A DRUG...THAT I MUST CONFESS....
IT FULFILLS MY NIRVANA...NO LESS...!