“The harp has been sold.”
Well ain’t that a bummer!
It’s just not my time
Or my year or my Summer.
When I should be working,
I research the prices
And wonder about
Making more sacrifices.
Hark! Maybe someday
I won’t have any vices!
A Quadrille (44 words) for De’s “bum” prompt at:
Play or download the poem with lyre accompaniment.
Often a teacher will hear after years
How they helped a student with knowledge and cheer.
While parents are parenting, thankless it seems,
But they give their little ones great self-esteem.
It’s not only people enjoying their work,
But every soul living a life on this earth
Who leaves unique marks on our wonderful world:
You’re having an impact as moments unfurl,
Inevitable, choices changing our world!
—
67 words for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt,
Impact!
Lowell Mason composed the tune “Bethany” in 1856. In many parts of the world, it is the musical setting for the hymn, “Nearer, My God, to Thee.” I first heard this hymn in a documentary about the sinking of the Titanic. It is said the ship’s musicians played “Nearer, My God, to Thee” as the ship took on water.
I hope this zither arrangement brings you reflection, comfort, and peace in the midst of whatever you may be experiencing right now!
Our wedding rings are stainless steel,
A brushed aluminum gray.
The love we shared is rusty
With two egos in the way.
The sparkle of our future
Is daily growing dim.
So let us turn our hearts to God
Who honors promises!
—
For this week’s Paint Chip Poetry Prompt at
A song with the silvery sound of the zither.
Crescent moon,
Shining through the golden break of dawn.
Crescent moon,
Lighting every tender dream begun.
Teach me to know the nature of flowing life;
Living and real, the dreams that I feel inside.
Crescent moon,
Shining through the shadows of the trees.
Crescent moon,
Lighting up the path that’s right for me.
My intuition gives me a mission sure;
Help me to live the part I am given ever more!
Crescent moon,
Shining through the golden break of dawn.
Crescent moon,
Lighting every tender dream begun.
Crescent moon.
—
For Sue Vincent’s
Thursday #Writephoto Prompt, Crescent.
It’s a jostling, juggling junk drawer of jars,
This magical maze of the mind that is ours!
We’re choosing illusions, tallying tricks,
Performing and playing, proving we’re IT.
When the clamoring clatter does blessedly break,
We treasure the Truth, forgoing what’s fake.
42 words for Sammi’s weekend writing prompt at
I vividly remember playing piano and singing “His Eye Is on the Sparrow” when I was in my teens. It was one of my favorite hymns to sing, and I didn’t know until recently that it was written in 1905. Clearly, it made no difference to me, or perhaps it did, since like many hymns and traditional tunes, it has endured for so long. The lyrics were written by Civilla D. Martin, and the music was composed by Charles H. Gabriel. If that name sounds familiar, you may remember
“Send the Light,”
which Gabriel also composed.
Today I hope you enjoy this lyre arrangement of “His Eye Is on the Sparrow!”
Song on lyre.
1. My body is a little boat
That sails the raging seas,
Where illness, tension, pain and stress
Can get the best of me.
But Spirit guides my little boat
To everything I need.
2. My mind, it is a little boat
That sails a clouded sky.
When darkness falls, I see my fears
That vanish in the Light.
And Spirit guides my little boat
Through every stormy night.
3. My soul, it is a little boat
That sails eternally.
When I forget in trials deep,
To live my destiny,
The Spirit guides my little boat,
And I return to peace.
—
Apparently it’s boat week around here, as I’ve posted
The Skye Boat Song
and
The Arran Boat
already this week. 🙂
This third boat post is my response to
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto Prompt, Clouded.
In 1873 beloved American hymn writer, Fanny Crosby, dictated the lyrics of “Blessed Assurance.” Phoebe Knapp composed the music that brings “Aunt Fanny’s” comforting words into hymnals, homes, and hearts to this day.
I hope you enjoy hearing “Blessed Assurance” played on lyre!
When reality is an illusion,
And you’re fretting and full of confusion…
Simply take a deep breath,
Go deep into yourself
Where the Light gives you calm and conclusions!
On Ukulele
I wrote this song 4 years ago. It was inspired by an inflatable flamingo my parents had in their pool, and something my nephew said about hiding sins. It has nothing to do with this week’s photo, but just the word “fantasy” in Sue Vincent’s
Thursday #Writephoto Prompt, Fantasy.
This is the closest thing I’ve had to a hit song so far. It was much requested when I performed at nursing homes, rehab centers, etc, and a few listeners would sing the refrain! What an honor for a songwriter! 🙂
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