with the palms closed
arrived holding within
an invisible empty glass
destiny made for me and
time passed I saw the glass
taking shape of my life that I
promised to fill up with joy and
bliss as I travel the path God has
paved for me and at the end of
the day I will pour the ethery
gold of fulfillment from the
beams of the last rays of
setting cold sun in the
twilight hours and
fill the glass to
the brim to
keep
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I made to me
The physical world around me is constantly changing,
sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad.
I keep saying,
leave things alone until I die.
Then make all the changes you want,
because I will not be in the middle of the changes.
The tech world is moving faster than lightning,
what was new yesterday is old today.
Some say,
the physical world around me is an illusion.
How can I prove this to be right or wrong?
It is something to think about.
In this changing physical world around me,
I need to be like a young tree and bend in the wind of life.
“Tranquility binds the heart and soul
for peace and calm that make us whole.”
__by Poet
The gift of sweet tranquility
relies on doom's ability
to break the rhythm of true peace
that chaos often shreds to cease.
In nature there are violent storms
as a dark battle quickly forms
with clash of thunder, lightning steers
to bring unrest with many fears.
But soon the clouds part to reveal
the sun peeks out to break the seal,
return to calm and peacefulness-
the prize we pray for to possess.
And so, in life, storms come our way,
not so as clouds, but times that fray
that quiet peace within our soul
to block our heart from feeling whole-
Must pray tranquility will come
with rising of a new day's sun!
Unveil its calm and peaceful sight-
after life's stormy, restless plight,
Remaining true as our life's balm-
that tranquil, peaceful, endless calm.
A leaf lands sideways.
The water rearranges
its borrowed clouds.
A crow lifts
from the fence.
Cloud shadows travel
across the open field.
Milkweed releases
its white fleet.
Meanwhile,
below notice,
below thought,
below the names
I give things,
something in me
remains still.
Water carries
a second evening,
equally silent.
And the silence
asks nothing.
By dusk,
the first star appears.
No message.
No instruction~
only a brightness
waiting
where it was
before I noticed.
Life ripples with love's rhythm --- clear
reverberating kindness' hope
allowing hearts that hold each dear
remain vibrant as they both cope.
Against confusion-propelled woe
life ripples with love's rhythm --- clear
while faith lights partners midst truth’s glow
vanquishing angst of deceit’s fear.
Upon faithful devotion’s gear
toward triumphant friendship-tie
life ripples with love's rhythm --- clear
as hearts beat as one, closely nigh.
Tuned gladly with serene refrain
relationship basks in blest cheer
thanking God that along race-strain
life ripples with love's rhythm --- clear.
In my physical world on this planet Earth
Existing in the Northern Hemisphere
I see the beauty of four seasons pass
Like Winter's white, the pastel Spring reborn
Then Summer's vibrant blooms and varied greens
Give in to Autumn's spree of red and golds
I smell the brisk cold air of Winter days
And scents of soup and stew complete the joy
Yet come the Spring, the air is filled with balm
That summer blooms fulfill with perfumed air
To shift the cycle soon to Autumn's bliss
with smells of warm fruit pies and burning leaves
Oh yes, touched by the sting of Winter air
the icy cold of wind and snow outdoors.
And then by Spring's warm breeze that renews hope
To soon feel Summer's balm of beach and pool
Make ready for the cooling Autumn days
To feel the warmth of bonfires once again
I hear the Winter winds that blizzards howl
The steady April rains that nurture Spring
The booming thunderstorms of Summer's fling
And Autumn's sounds of harvest in the fields
Thankful for senses as these seasons fill
My blest physical world on this planet Earth
Heart racing, mind searching for answers.
So stuck. On the brink of tears.
Yet He remains good.
The need to control, the need to know.
Holding my breath for certainty that won't come.
Yet He remains good.
He holds my future in His hands.
With hope and purpose in His plans.
And for that, He is good.
Furious fisherman on calm creeks
Troubling taxes to determine defeat
Urgent upbeat, rigid response
Passionate peace met a sudden select
Tally truth, realize rad
Follow faith please, through the guider's glance
Restored rock of truth don't limit light.
The first gnome to vanish was the autumn one, The one with the pumpkins and ghosts. He was the one that made the holiday bright. The decoration we cherished the most.
Now, everyone knows gnomes have a habit of traveling, though, you’d think they’d stay true to you. Imagine my surprise, when I later realized that the rest of the season’s gnomes vanished, too.
Then, one afternoon, they came marching back in a long miraculous line. In disbelief, I rubbed my eyes.
For you see gnomes are very perceptive, they notice when a loved one is missing from home. And yes, they had gone out to fetch him, and there he was, walking in with the gnomes.
Go forward with all your might, like a star shining be bright, take all your steps forward and never go back.
Go forward with all your knowledge, all your love, be kind, be patient, and remember all of the times of your life that made you.
Go forward like a storm, make all of your marks and if you fail, try again and keep trying till you reach all of your dreams.
Go slow, go fast, go at your pace, but never stop, never quit, life can send you bumps, it can send you off track, it can make you feel like you can never reach your dreams, but you can.
Go like Jesus did, forward to your path, never quit, never give up, for this life is temporary and all of your dreams are available for you if you never quit.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
Safe is the feeling of secure and happy, no worries, and able to grow without fear and harm and persecution.
Safe is when you are in an environment that is secure, that has all of your best interest at heart, a feeling like being in the womb of your mother, warm and secure.
Safe we want, we need, we love, we want to live and breathe safely each day of our life.
Safe should always be the most important way we live our life, it should be universal and it should be for all.
Living in an unsafe environment causing harm, harm to oneself, harm to the environment and leaves us unable to grow and learn just to mention a few of the negative effects that living in an unsafe environment can cause us harm.
Safe we want, we need, we love, we want to live and breathe safely each day of our life.
God’s heaven we are told is safe, it has many rooms for us to live, it is a place of love and joy, a place like the garden of even, we look to God to remove all of the unsafe from our life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
blythe, inexhaustible, spirit
sweet nectar drips from your wings
honeybees relish each morsel
a sprite effervescence springs
languidly, lovingly, lilting
you flutter, you flit, and you sing
oboes, they obey your bidding
symphonies fit for a king
The morning bright sun,
has tangerine smiles.
The sky awakes as,
I eat tangerines.
The day is closing,
to tangerine clouds.
I let the roar
Of the waterfall
Drown out
The doubt,
The pain,
The longing,
The fear.
I climbed a large rock,
My fear already churned in the rapids,
And surveyed the river
Below…
My self a naked feast for the flies.
And,
Drying in the sun,
I shed the weight of apathy.
The fear tried
(It tried)
To come up for air
But,
I held it down with a river rock
As
I bared my teeth in defiance.
A sound,
Like a rumble,
Burbled up from my gut
And broke above the roar
Of the falls,
Soaring it began as a low growl:
“No you don’t! Not…no not…
And triumphed with:
“Not Today!”
©?2026TaraHicks
One's haven- a place where happiness sings;
true, comforting peace to all lives it brings,
as strolling in parks or feeding sweet birds.
But mine is the sanctuary of words.
The scenes in my mind direct them to come
to build an image or story, become
the tools that can shape, redress simple thought;
in capturing words, the best ones are sought.
This haven I seek, on fair or gray days,
immersed in the field of words that amaze.
Though battles are fierce, when each write is done,
sweet comfort rewards the word-war I won.
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