It is the ending of a lovely day
The baby birds are causing Mom distress.
I hear them peeping in the big oak tree.
“Now hush yourselves”, their weary mother says.
“We must be up to greet the early dawn.
When God sets fire to all the eastern sky,
Be there before the early worms are gone.
Now quiet down, I’ll sing a lullaby.”
Her sweet voice rises, lulling babes to sleep.
All night sounds still to hear the lovely song
And from young birdlings not another peep
With God and Mother near the whole night long.
Diana goddess huntress
your glowing love abides.
You match my wish
and bring in the tides.
You reflect god light
in your nurturing essence.
Reminding me tonight
of my infinite wholeness.
Your hunt is for the god,
the god that eternally shines upon you
remembering your service
is what remains True.
You are the guide
and the direction
into our knowing of Source revelation.
As I turn within
as the huntress,
I recall,
the Sun is my eminent fortress.
Goddess Diana, a tribute to you.
Your reflection is your devotion
and tonight I emulate your love pure
and with virtue.
Mother Earth in beauty shows the fruits of her fullness.
Interwoven destiny amid the living and the dead.
As God designed, she wastes not, each atom a success.
The future lies within man’s hands and death upon his head.
Replenishment was the Creator’s plan and his first command.
Mother Earth has done her part, autonomously from the start.
Man, since then, enjoyed the mirth and bounty of her land.
Avarice and intellect gone astray, disastrous results impart.
Man has capacity for conservation, compassion, and greed,
Intellectual choices he makes can build or destroy.
It is with preservation mankind must proceed.
Reuse and recycling must, today, be man’s main employ.
Cricket sounds and chirping birds lull the weary heart.
Dawn and dusk paint the skies, exquisiteness from above.
And so it was from the start, her beauty God did impart.
Let us all together work; let’s preserve Mother Nature, with love.
© May 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
I can feel God within the trees
In the wind and the ripple of streams
I can feel God in the dirt at my palm
I feel him in nature; keeping me calm
The voice of the birds; a hymnal to me
Just like the aggressive buzzing of a bee
I feel closest to the almighty with my knees bowing down
Not in a church house, and away from the crowed
Sun didn't rise on proud purple horizon
Dark thick gray clouds hid the sun source totally
Birds seek yummy seeds in the oddest stations
God provides hidden windblown seeds amazingly
Inside with family to stay dry simply
A home with four walls, a roof, needs multiply
Provided by God through a working husband
Respect_honor he deserves for honest hands
.
The
Man
Prophet
Elijah
Man of God listend
God spoke to him tells what to do
Go east_ hide by Cherith Brook_ east where enters Jordan
Drink from brook, eat what ravens bring you,for I have told them to feed you_he did what God said
(with this there is not way to make the line of 21 syllables fit but I wanted to finish the
story)
She stood proud and tall
Arms spread wide.......
Her mysterious face serene
Knowledge of past and future in her eyes
Recalling the torrents of the yesteryears
As tiny drops of rain dripped
Into the parched earth below
Unknown to men the rain Goddess smiled
Her drops fell and vanished into the mud
Seeing the future her brows wrinkled
The torrent fell amid thunder
The meadow and the riverside
Were the witness of the fury
Of the gentle rain Goddess.....!
Her white steed whined and neighed
As thunder God appeared......
Oh so handsome was he
As he accompanied the rain
The God and Goddess held hands
As the sleeping village submerged
The future was fearsome
Unknown to man who slumbered
By-Tahera Mannan
Contest- Rain,The Story
Sponsored by- Constance La france ~A Rambling Poet~
Prayer of a Bloom
We are born in the world,
And grown here for ever
Yes, our god is the sun,
He gives growth to us.
For our perfect growth
We pray to our god sun.
“oh! The god of the world the sun
You are giving a good growth to us.
Taking care of us like a mother
Teaching, how to give fruits to people like a father,
Oh! The god sun, you are caring us
Until the dusk, In the night
Disguise of a moon, you are giving
New birth everyday for us.
We know, you are hearkening the people
Yes, like us, they are for you.
Oh! The god of the sun
We know your bloom daughter
Yes, she is sunflower
Where do you rise upon there?
She hearken you until you there
If you leave your daughter
Her face will shrivel soon
Please be with us, amen”
The sun said, not differentiate
You are all my bloom and my daughter
It’s nature way, I have to go on.
Now, you are a server of the people,
You could give, what they are want from you.
U.S.AURROBINDHAN
The crashing waves ripped.
One surfboard flipped, disappeared –
And strength swam ashore.
Soldiers seek God’s face
Amid blasting, fire, and death.
A few find solace.
Women birth children.
Fathers become their leaders -
When love has no girth.
Tsunamis may drown,
Earthquakes may scatter earth around.
Willingly, God helps
The distant planet
Travels, showing its dark face –
Man shall see its light.
Signs and seasons pass.
Life lessons inflict sore pain.
But God can uplift.
Daybreak welcomes dawn.
The sun delivers brightness.
Wisdom is thankful.
Before the sunrise,
A rooster crows in darkness.
Singing bragging rights.
Traveling with speed,
Interstate traffic flies by.
Some folks watch and pray.
Hanging on to life,
Two, in sickness and in health,
Love nature’s great gifts.
Time passed slowly
Once upon a youthful time,
But speeds up with age.
Fool-heart was happy
When it heard many crickets –
Ringing in its head.
Euphoria knows.
A wonderful thing…the mind –
Can be a compass.
God gives His riches.
Open eyes perceive great gifts –
Beauty everywhere.
© October 3, 2010
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
"I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart." This one really reached out to me in its simple
and uncluttered use of a sunrise to show God's handiwork. I thought that since your work was
in Haiku, I would try to do a free verse version relating the thought of God painting His
morning canvas. I hope you are okay with this.
Inspired by the poem: "Heavenly Sunrise" by Constance~A Rambling Poet~
For: "I Am Sending You A Gift Of Poetry, Dear Heart" Contest
Free Verse Poem Written by: Dan Cwiak
The Master takes his brush to palette~
Effortlessly is the day's canvas dotted with color.
Golden Horizon swished from the brush~
Darkened only by the earth tones of morning.
An Orange Ball creeps o'er the distance~
Shades of red and yellow stir the burnt umber awake.
Fine lines drawn for this morning~
No mistaking the Hand of God at work!
As the sun was setting at days' end
A storm started raging came around bend
It came closer: too close into our lives
For there was lightning, thunder, rife
Fear would have consumed us that night
As we shook with each roll and strike
But God in his mercy sent a rainbow
Not just one rainbow but two in a row
Understand there is a scientific explanation
That addresses the reasons behind the bow
But that rainbow was God sent for I needed so
A little sign from above that he was still there
And he was tenderly holding me in his care
When the storms are raging on the tempestuous sea
Remember there are still rainbows for you and me
God is still alive; working our problems to bear
As he ran to Tarish
Quick as he could go
Not taking time to pack
He had no extra clothes
Running in the opposite direction
From where God said for him to go
Carried a purse with some gold
Boarded a ship filled with cargo
He would make the trip right away
Never fearing that God couldn't abide
A soul gone in the state of blacksliding
Trying to hide from God
We all know the rest of the story
So if blacksiding is your case
Better repent and go on to Ninevah
Unless you want to be Whale Bait
They tell me inside of the Whale's belly
Is smelly, dark, and full of acid
That will bleach you up just white
Then no one will know your color
Only know where you have been
Down in the pits of the stomach
Of a mightly fish that has fins
Repent, repent, for a good end
The golden fiery eye rises
In the east and sets in the west
And shines for a day in between;
Although at times there may be clouds
That shrouds its penetrating rays
From us, we know its radiance
Is like a god that can’t be seen
But still feel his omnipresence.
And when the heavenly tears fall
From the sky, they are tears of joy
Not to be confused with sadness
For this god is a loving god
That showers all of us with love
Yes, even the nonbelievers.
Rain falls from heaven.
Behind the clouds the sun shines
Patiently in wait.
The bucket of beans stares me down
Duty calls accomplish this task
No! Poetry comes first for me__frown
"What about other jobs", he asks.
When will I finish this load__care
Today will slip away from here
Out soon into land of dreams
Make believe and fancy wild schemes
Like the Lilies__ neither toil; spin
None more magnificently clothed
I will be just as lovely as them
My clothing will be love's spirit
Praise God for those clothes__Glory Him
Wonderful worship this day brings
Thank you God for a few moments
To glorify your Holy name...Amen
I so enjoy the days of May.
Why is God taking some away?
This day has come from February.
It's cold and wet and truly dreary.
We'd suffered through cruel winter's blast,
Were celebrating spring at last.
The weatherman says all this week,
Will be this bitter cold and bleak.
I guess there's something to the rumor,
God truly has a sense of humor,
But being God he will repay
For everything he takes away.
Although these days are dark and grim,
I will not speak my mind to him,
Because I know he will remember
To add some sun in cold December.
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