There's the old house again
the one you've heard so much about...
'Course it looks much smaller now
and the front yard, that was
our baseball field, has shrunk...
Why is my stomach churning
What are these tears that blind my eyes
Oh, I can't bear to think upon it again...
The mind shields the trembling heart
The heart weeps unrepentantly
Categories:
unrepentantly, cry, heart, home, memory,
Form: Free verse
There once was a dame of no pedigree
Who just ached to be a celebrity
She made it her goal
To get rid of her soul
And did so, poor thing, unrepentantly
August 19, 2018
Categories:
unrepentantly, longing, star, woman,
Form: Limerick
It is beginning to Rain
The day of the latter rain from
Heaven already has begun,
bringing healing to His body
and refreshing to this lifeless desolate land.
With His eyes we can see that
some of His people are as fragile as day lilies,
parched and dry by the hot winds of adversity
tossed and torn by the master of evil’s wiles.
To the natural eye
it would seem that some of these really have no hope,
yet because of our Glorious Shepherd
they have never left the range of His visual scope.
So just as has been promised
this rain is beginning to fall,
bringing healing, deliverance and restoration
to all when on His name they call.
And falling even on those quite unrepentantly
for you see, our God is a God of grace
and He searched for those of us who are lost and
who sometimes have not sought knowingly for His beautiful face.
This rain, even though it has no physical appearance
yet its effects will be seen by all of man,
for in its drops contain the goodness, and blessings, from our Father of in Heaven
and all that is needed to heal our devastated land.
Written by: Marilyn Jennings
2000
Categories:
unrepentantly, rain, visionary,
Form: Free verse
unrepentantly
love
stopped by
today
to say hello---
again---
with baited caution
she was let in
and
we locked on to each other
without shame
exchanged pleasantries
and agreed
to give it another try---
Categories:
unrepentantly, allegory, imagery, longing, love,
Form: Prose Poetry