Long Inspirationalautumn Poems
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""Pearls
Summers,
sweet... warm-
those-bygone-days-
long; strung-out-
tucked-each-
one right-
there-set-
just-left-
of the-
middle-
everyday,
each; just-
like-the other
Lord-carry-
them-before-
me-merely,
and-always;
their-peace-
to remember."
"Peace the fluency,
surety; purity screw-
the-wealth bulky it's-
only-collateral damage.
Expected He chuckles-
He-must I believe-
often; the-Holder-
of-time... .
His patience;
vision, faith-placed-
solely-mid-this-simple-
inclusion; His-grace.""
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~ (~) Sweet-summer days yes willing they all remember. (~) ~
~ (~) Timeless-moreover following-love-joyous delighting-
itself can be-found-dancing-away... upon the-crispness-
mid-the-gathering-up beading-up-high-upon-the early-May;
morning-dew. (~) ~
~ (~) Winter shades of pail Grey cast their eyes upon them too. (~) ~
~ (~) Overt all-cry out as-they sing God-watching-His-Grace-
knowing worthy autumn always, echos in-the-rain... ! (~) ~
~ (~) Yes oh of virtue tiny-hatch-lings of many can be
seen, as they bellow; as driven by their
hunger; remaining open weeping-
high in the willow-Father
watches, lying ready... . (~) ~
~ (~) As in their-mouth puking it-up Mother-eager, in-her-goodness, offers-them-food... ! (~) !
It is fall clean up in my garden, Lord.
I'm feeling guilty, sad, lonesome and blue.
The grasses and the weeds have over run
The lovely flowers, planted there for you.
Is this a mirror to my life dear Lord?
Have all my kinder deeds been overcome
By ugly thoughts and hurting acts and words?
Wild dandelion crowds out chrysanthemum?
Forgive me, Lord, if I have failed to tend
My garden in the manner that I should.
I'd claim the days I spent so foolishly
And use them more gainfully if I could.
Now that I'm in the autumn of my days,
I hope to take each day I have in store
And spend each precious second of that time
More usefully than I have done before.
Now as I pull each baneful weed and grass,
Removing each intruder one by one,
I hope to stand before you judgment day
Well kept, weed free, with all my gardening done.
By Joyce Johnson
For Constance a Rambling Poet's "I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart" contest
Inspired by her "Working in The Garden" poem on page 7 of her file