Today you seem so wondrous fair,
your lips and cheeks and eyes and hair
so touched with angel shining grace,
that I, poor beggar, take my seat
and wait in wonder at your feet,
to catch a glimpse of heaven’s face.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
Wondrous vessel of peace
securing babes around caring fortress
nurtured with love...
I marveled at its beauty
before beholding Mom's gracious face.
Some say the dawn, all rosy and gold,
Is the most wondrous sight to behold.
Some say the stars that brighten the night
Bring the soul peace and quiet delight.
Some say a brook, so bubbling and cool,
Brings calm renewal by its eddying pool.
But I say to hold and gaze on my son
Is the most wondrous thing I ever have done.
Paris isn’t some wondrous far country.
We have noisy trash pickup and there are no Dairy Queens.
Ok, It may be far away but that’s your fault - let’s not dwell on it.
Don’t get me wrong, we’re wondrous enough - we have we have running water - some of it hot, and the other bare necessities of earthly happiness, like wi-fi and pizza.
Paris is like a melon - here’s where you get involved and picture a melon.
If you pictured bananas, those aren’t melons - they’re tropical fruits - try again.
Oranges? GEE-zus, those are Citrus fruits - you are really slowing things down.
Forget it - let’s do some poetry…
When he kisses,
he leaves his impress
and makes me writhe and twist.
We revel and carouse tirelessly,
appetites roar and seethe like lions,
until we lie prone like the dead.
I should have saved that for Halloween.
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Songs for this:
Back to friends by Sobr
DAISIES by Justin Bieber
KISS by Demi Lovato
We journeyed then as whim behooved,
Our lives were eddies, wind and play;
Great hearts were we, so far removed
Whence any mortal thought might stray.
And sunlight streamed upon our souls,
And starlight to the distance played;
As softly lapping water lulls,
I would it were and never fade.
For we on honeydew had fed,
And with the winter winds were wed,
And so, like clouds of August sped
Across the wondrous sea.
And many dulcet days there fell,
And many harbors sheathed our bow,
And many marvels might I tell,
If tapered time would but allow.
w o r d s
wondrously wielded
warm wenches
wise with witless wet with woe
w i c k e d
weaselly wolves
w i z a r d s
warping wills
watering wishing wells
waylaying wishful
w o m e n
who wanted worshipful watchmen
when winters would wrest wealth
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Dear child, your life’s a wondrous mist,
a vapor breathed by God.
But lest you think of self too much,
He likewise made the cod.
Now I am not suggesting that
we’re imaged with the fish,
But in your quest to right all things,
be careful what you wish.
For when you say the future’s bleak,
your thinking’s become flawed;
when life must only go your way,
you’ve made yourself a god.
July 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 111-114
Key Verse – Psalms 111:2 The works of the LORD are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS WONDROUS WORKS
Praise be to God for His wondrous works so:
Great and marvelous
Grand with His might
Gloriously magnificent
Gracious midst His mercy
Generous along His miracles
Psalms 112:1 Praise be to the Lord for
letting us delight in His commandments to:
Prosper our souls
Prompt our stewardship
Prop our spiritual strength
Provide our satisfaction-sufficiency
Press us toward sincere servanthood success
Psalms 113:7 Praise be to the Saviour for
raising and lifting us:
Meeting us in our prayers
Moving us up by His power
Melting our pride with His peace
Maneuvering us through His purpose
Making us productive in His perfect pursuit
Psalms 114:7 Praise be to the Almighty
for His presence that:
Enables our revival
Empowers our reaching-out
Exposes to us His refreshing restoration
Enlightens us against rebukes and reproofs
Encourages us toward rededication’s rejuvenation. Amen!
July 4, 2024
Written by: Peter P. Bilhorn 1886
I will sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ Who died for me;
How He left His home in glory
For the cross of Calvary.
Refrain:
Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ Who died for me,
Sing it with the saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.
I was lost, but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray,
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.
I was bruised, but Jesus healed me,
Faint was I from many a fall,
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me,
But He freed me from them all.
Days of darkness still come o’er me,
Sorrow’s path I often tread,
But His presence still is with me;
By His guiding hand I’m led.
Soon He’ll come the Lord of glory,
Come the church His bride to claim,
And complete the wondrous story—
Come, Lord Jesus, come again!
He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet;
Then He’ll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.
Within each intricacy
And delicacy
This shell's, this snow crystal's
This web's, as lovely
His thought process; first worked through;
Traced back now by you.
Playful child's, for a creator!
Toddled once Earth too!
~ Oh Wondrous Christmas Day ~
( The Tree)
~O~
Day
Of joy
Filled with Love
Celebration
Birth of our Savior
Time of cheer and good will
World proclaim His majesty
Christ is Lord and King eternally
D
A
Y
OF JOY
~o~
Christ
Jesus
Came today
Sent by Father
To bring us all joy
Died for your sins and mine
Rose and lives now in Heaven
Christmas time is all about Him
C
H
R
I
S
T
JESUS
~O~
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2023
December.15.2023
'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.'
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
"The Tree" is a poetry form or style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka Ladydp2000, on September, 20,2009
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So now Faith, Hope, and Love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is Love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."
- Abraham Lincoln -
~O~
"Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love."
-Francis of Assisi-
Daylight comes and daylight goes
Such a vision to the eye
Nighttime comes and darkness grows
Beneath a canopied sky
Moonlight casts a subtle glow
Shadows creep across the ground
Behold now this wondrous show
Stars twinkle without a sound
Right before a new day's born
Vivid colors running deep
Dawn awakens to the morn
As it puts the stars to sleep
One may not possess garden space
dwelling in a compacted place
But there’s something all can embrace
that’s the sky in glorious grace.
Look at clouds as they’re drifting by
painting their pictures way up high
Thrill to dance of birds on the wing
hark their melodic twittering.
There’s beauty in the rising sun
or sunset as the night’s begun
So do not fret o’er what was missed
for the sky is a wondrous gift.
“Blessed be the LORD God, the God of Israel, who only doeth wondrous things.” Psalms 72:18 of the King James Bible
Wondrous prayer moments are God’s great gift
propelling my heart for triumphant lift
with welcoming peace of divine leisure…
toward task-fulfillment midst time so swift
Finding wondrous joy in simple pleasure
like my child’s mirth that money can’t measure
prospers me with wellness and health-delight…
bringing sweet cheers marked by caring treasure.
Staying jubilant is my wondrous plight
trusting the Lord against gloominess’ blight
conquering selfishness and rudeness-clout…
such is daily goal for spiritual might.
Worshipping with wondrous gratitude shout
my vibrant faith in Christ overcomes doubt
even when guilt attacks to create rift…
still I worship, vanquishing haughty pout.
2nd place, "W Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 8/15/2023
"this wondrous world"
splash my soul with healing waters
where tides run towards me
cover my flesh with soothing sands
where silk replenishes dryness
touch my heart with bright suns
where warmth cures everything
within this wondrous world
mind body soul simply align
SkyWatcher
06-09-23
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