Category Archives: Poetry

Grateful: A Poem

Grateful for all things from above,
We humble ourselves as a small dove,

We glance over what we’ve achieved,
Though once we couldn’t have conceived.

Here we are in the present day,
Looking around, little to say.

All God’s bounty has blessed us all,
We breathe. Wipe tears. Smile and stand tall!

Lynn M.
November 21, 2020

Autumn’s Bounty

Autumn leaves turn our heads around,
Leaving us speechless without sound.

The beauty of colors display,
The depth of hues having their say.

Reflecting light coming from trees,
Assuring hope and blessed ease.

Thus, nature knows that things rebound,
In new cycles shaped in the round.



Lynn M.
October 10, 2020

Free-flowing!

When helping those dear friends,
And regardless of their sins.

Real or imagined affronts,
Causing sleepless nights and grunts.

I give what I have to thee.
And no. You don’t owe me!

A farthing nor one red cent,
For all my wisdom is lent,

You don’t owe me anything,
For my blessings He will bring.

The empty well will refill,
As I reflect and be still!

Lynn M.
July 25, 2020

Reopening!

Grand reopening

 

 

We have been closed for oh, so long,
Our stores, shops reopen with song.

Humming work songs as we awake,
Though George Floyd’s death made us all shake.

Brandishing, bustling, we lunge through,
Wiping tears, we speak things more true.

So good to get back in the swing,
Altered, we advance with a zing!

Lynn M.                                                    June 6, 2020

Splendid May!

Flowers 5-20The fresh beauty of splendid May,
Soft pastels make us sigh and say,

It’s here at last! We deeply breathe,
Palms upturned; ready to receive.

Long strolls in the welcoming sun,
Frolicking, smiling. So much fun!

Lynn M.                                         May 2, 2020

Tossed to and Fro’

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As we daily grieve our losses,
And life continues to toss us,

We are being made to look up,
In the morning, noon and at sup.

We plead for mercy from above,
Watch for the flight of a small dove.

Offering us glimmers of hope,
So we can breathe and stop the mope.

And know the Master has a plan,
In His time, He will heal the land.

Lynn M.                                                                     April 18, 2020

( In honor of National Poetry Month)

March Rolls In!

Shamrock shuffles and frilly ruffles!

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Both connote the month of March,
Wearing clothes that need that starch!

Spring peaks its hidden head out,
Birds are chirping all about.

Announcing the warmth of days,
Waking from that sleepy haze.

Of winter’s cold, barren gloom,
March rolls in with a soft boom!

Lynn M.                                                                    March 1, 2020