Blessings from God* flow with His care
granted by compassionate deed
midst redemption for soul's welfare.
Supplies abound as heaven's gift
answering every prayer need
toward triumphant love-shared lift.
Provisions heap up against dearth
vanquishing selfishness and greed
highlighting love's eternal worth.
Mercy multiplies love-propped zest
yon mere talk, expressing good creed
as faith works with performance-best.
Virtuous wealth of love-filled grace
keeps on sowing stewardship seed
as strength runs victorious race.
With sincere love driving glad heart
commitment for help takes the lead
always ready to fulfill part.
Spiritual health bestows glow
nourishing devotion's breed
nurtured for reaching-out to grow.
Thanksgiving to the Lord prevails...
praising Him for love's joy indeed
with kindness-peace that never fails.
*2 Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work.
July 7, 2026
3rd place, "Let's Write A Tercet" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joanna Daniel; judged on 7/19/2026
HEAR the voice of forgiveness in prayer
HEAT up your oven and bake pardon's fare
HEAP up homespun, yummy cookies to share
HEAD on over to that neighbor somewhere
HEAL old grudges and renew Christian care
If those buried beneath us
could rise today,
would they run to any patch of sunlight,
make snow angels, heap-up snowmen,
stick blackened bones into white bodies?
Would they fashion a bright face
from tooth stumps and icy eye-sockets?
Sadly I imagine that some,
(the frost-jelled and un-melting),
might return to crumbling factories
or defunct offices,
their briefcases or tool boxes
stuffed with snow
to labor over epitaphs.
If those buried beneath our boots
could rise today,
would they moan, turning shriven features
to the frozen earth,
or would they run to any patch of sunlight,
make snow angels, heap-up snowmen,
sticking black bones into white bodies?
Would they fashion a bright face
from tooth stumps and sockets?
Sadly some,
the frost-formed and un-melting,
might hitch rides on the windows of cars,
return to defunct offices
(briefcases stuffed with snow),
to labor over epitaphs.
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