Book, chapter and verse,
Some quote it impressively.
Do they live the Word?
Do they live the Word?
Shakespeare, Thoreau, Emerson…
Truth from any source.
Truth from any source!
Religions choose just a few;
Some leave out the heart.
Some leave out the heart,
But it’s all we really have
To discern the truth!
—
This is a Shi Rensa Haiku. You can learn how to write one
here.
“Kumbaya,” also spelled “Kum Ba Ya,” is a well-known campfire song. I know I spent many happy Saturday nights around a campfire singing it as a child. Even those who couldn’t sing managed to catch on and make an effort.
No one really knows the song’s origin; in fact, there’s been some controversy surrounding it, as
this article
points out. To me it was, and still is, a common song that I, personally, have used to bring people together.
This is number seven in my
double strung experiments.
You will hear the melody played on zither, which has steel strings, and harmony on the lyre with softer, nylon strings. Notes of the melody and harmony echo each other at times. This is one of the many fascinating effects available on a double strung harp. As usual, it’s easier heard than explained, so I ask that you have a listen, and enjoy this peaceful arrangement!
Water seems a harmless thing,
Yet conquers even stone
By taking down a megalith,
As in the fall of Rome.
Music is the water heard,
Compassion in its tone.
It heals the broken-hearted souls,
Believing they’re alone.
So be the water, be the song
That conquers stone with love!
—
49 words for Sammi’s
Weekend Writing Prompt #175 – Megalith.
Give me liberty or give me lemons!
Regardless of which one,
Be they fresh-squeezed or otherwise,
I pray “Thy Will be done!”
A blank canvas I seem to be,
But really I am not,
For God made me with plans in mind,
And so my life He brought.
The rainstorms cover me indeed;
He always brings me through.
Under the sea or on the land,
Our God cannot be moved!
Sometimes I’m like a tumbleweed
That’s tossed and blown about.
Tongue-tied, I call Him in my mind;
God takes away my doubt.
Though one green flash I’ve never seen,
I feel his loving hand.
And in it I remain throughout
The journey of His plan!
—
Another response to this week’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt!
My Spirit has a great grand plan
Through music bringing Light and Peace!
It’s not a green flash in the pan;
My Spirit has a great grand plan!
When tongue-tied I just seek God’s hand;
Life’s rainstorms nurture fruits fresh-squeezed.
My Spirit has a great grand plan
Through music bringing Light and Peace!
—
A Triolet in response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #38.
Though I haven’t done all of them, I really enjoy these prompts! So, yes, Linda, they’ve lived up to the hype! ❤
Transition is so needed now!
The earth agrees, approaching Fall.
It touches one; it touches all.
The Universe knows why and how.
Your life, the field your choices plow.
What kind of harvest will you reap?
What dreams are sowing while you sleep?
Your heart’s own love will tell you best;
Eternal Mind fills in the rest.
Connect, and may it be complete!
—
Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 23 (FALL) This week, it’s the B rhyme line.
O the ego is personal first;
It is catching and clinging and worse!
But the Father is One
With the Will that is done
For the Light in your soul and its worth!
—
A Limerick for today’s
#Threethingschallenge.
I feel like I’m clipped
Having wings but cannot fly
I’m a world apart
I’m a world apart
In a void of my making
I long to be free
I long to be free
Even if in the same place
To spread my wings wide
To spread my wings wide
I must leave this patterned life
Choosing change renews
—
This is my attempt to write a Shi Rensa Haiku, created by Ronovan. You can learn how to write one and take part in this week’s challenge, using the words clip and wings,
here.
Thanks for the words and the form challenge, Ronovan!
This American folk melody is one of several musical settings for the hymn, “There is a Fountain,” also known by its full first line, “There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood.” The lyrics were written by William Cowper in 1772. I hope you enjoy this peaceful lyre arrangement!
How do you rectify a love
That wasn’t love right from the start?
How do you ease a tortured mind,
Your peaceful, easing heart to find?
I long for Heaven’s openness,
Fulfillment opened, grace refreshed!
—
35 words for Sammi’s
Weekend Writing Prompt #174: Rectify.
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