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Hope Waits

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Hope Waits, a poem about change and looking forward with HopeGradually I rememberThinking and seeing
Wondering what could be.

A glimmer of a promise
A looking to the future.
And then I got it.

Hope is springing up.
Like crocuses in the spring.
Budding flowers.

Just around the corner
There's a new adventure waiting.
I just haven't seen it yet.

Who knows.
Will it be a new job?
A new church?

Will it be nice neighbours
I can converse with over the steps?
Neighbours who share of love of God

Or perhaps will be people
Who are open to learning more
To seeing a broader picture.

Hope awaits you know?
This place where I am
Is not my final place!

God promises a brighter future
He promises to mind my every step
He's got a place waiting for me.

And in the meantime, as I wait
I know that 
Just around the corner

HOPE waits.

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Intentional, a Poem

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Today’s five minute Friday word is intentional.  Five minute Friday is all about a five minute freewrite on a word prompt provided for us by Miss Kate.   Join us won’t you?   It’s a great time of encouragement and refreshment.

This is a poem on what living intentionally means in the light of what God has done.

Intentional, A Poem

I quietly sit
Pondering a word
Staring at me from a
computer screen.

Intentional it says,
Tell me what it means.
How does this word
Impact you today?

Intentional means
to do it on purpose,
to think your actions through,
to have a plan
To have a reason.

What then should my intentions be?
To educate?
To study?
To boast of my accomplishments?
To what end do I write?

The longer I live
The more I see.
This life isn’t mine to determine.
Intentionally I need to seek
A higher power.

To understand this God
who created all.
This God of grace, who
also has a fierce anger.
Whose love holds me in the
palm of his hand.

This God of grace who
INTENTIONALLY sent his Son to die
Who knew from the very beginning
this sacrifice would have to be made.

So if this God,
Who I profess to love.
Could intentionally plan
the death of his own,
of his beloved boy.
What less could I give
but to choose to
INTENTIONALLY live for him?

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original photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

 

Oh Baby It’s COLD outside

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Cold… it is SO cold outside right now. It’s been really cold for a good solid couple of weeks. So as I contemplate this word I am sitting in my lazy boy wrapped in a cuddle blanket and coat, sipping some hot chocolate. I wonder, what I can write for this post?

I was brought to mind of my bunnies, and how caring for them right now is a real chore. As in HARD work. There  is the thawing the water bowls, the scraping the pans, the checking the babies, and the feeding. It’s always harder when it’s really cold out as your hands quickly become icicles even with gloves on.  The toughest job is scraping the pans as everything is frozen and difficult to remove.  Keeping the buns clean and healthy is of paramount importance. 

There is one aspect to this really cold weather that I honestly don’t mind a whole lot.

It’s the bringing of my wee babies into the house. To see those vulnerable young ones sleeping so soundly. Squeaking and rooting around when I pick them up to check out them. It’s makes my heart melt every single time. I love the wee ones.. holding them in my hands, checking them over, getting them used to the scent of people. It’s a great thing to do eh?

Baby it’s Cold Outside

Snuggled quietly
Indoors
Blankets 
Hot chocolate
Keeping me warm

Bitter cold
Pans frozen hard
Water turned icicles
Bunnies are hungry
Work to be done

Scrape those pans
Bash them
Nudge them
Shake it loose
Poop and Pee in the bin

Bunnies are thirsty
Hot water is waiting
In go the bowls
Ice pucks floating
In new water goes

Brush off the snow
Grain in the pail
1/4 scoop each
Bunnies are munching
Happiness

Ooh... wee babies born
all snuggled in close
Oh mind this little one
Has got chilly toes
Concern sits close

Into the house
Little ones come
Covered with teatowel
Prying kitties avoid
Warmth seeps in

No Chilly Toes
Bunnies a wiggle
Squeak and they squawk
As they look for dinner
Saved from the cold

Motivate

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I’m tired with a rather nasty cold beating me into submission so this Five Minute Friday post will be short and sweet.

Motivate

Means

Opportunity

Truth

Inspire

Victory

Activate

Trigger

Excite

Join with the people of Crete, be motivated, be zealous in doing good works.  See the truth of the Lord, the one who never lies, the one who always has your back, who intimately knows your every true need.  Trust him.  Be motivated by his love for you.   Be changed by him.  He’s got your good at heart. 

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Kate, the proprietor of the Five Minute Friday community, invites us weekly to come join her for a Five Minute Word Prompt. We gather the world over to share our thoughts over one word. Encouraging each other along the way.   Won’t you come join us?

 

How to Write a Poem: Finding Your Joy

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This book has been on my wish list on Amazon ever since the writer’s conference in the fall.  My dear hubby picked it up for me for Christmas and I thought this week I would dive into it.   This first chapter is called “Find the Poems Inside”. 

In this chapter we are introduced to the idea of doing freewrites.

I admittedly am not unfamiliar with this term.  The five-minute-Friday challenges I take part in are five minute freewrites.  Where you just write for five minutes. Unlike these free writes though where we don’t edit, we just write and share, this first chapter encourages us to freewrite for 5-15 minutes, a given time frame, and then use that freewrite in order to frame out a better poem. 

The author also gives a bunch of freewrite starters like a tour of your home town, being at the hospital, a time you got lost and more.

But you don’t do it immediately.  Do your freewrite and then walk away from it.  Have a cup of coffee or go for a walk or something.  Just give yourself a break.   Once you have done that, go back, read your poem over.  Make no changes, just read it.  Then read it again with a pen in hand marking those parts that you really like. The lines that speak to your heart cause that’s what poetry is…your heart speaking to the world. 

Take those heart lines and write those out, and then use those lines to help you write a better poem, a poem with some flesh on it, without answering all the questions your poem raises, because heart answers are seldom complete. Write and refine, but first find your heart in a topic.   

That’s what the joy of freewrites are.. finding your joy.

 

When I think of Candies (a poem)

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When I think of Candies I think of

Licorice
With salt.
Dropjes.

Peach
Sweet and Sour.
Peach ring gummies.

Sherbet
Hard red bumps
Filled Raspberry Candies

Mint
Round white coins
King Peppermints

Chocolate
Candy Coating
Smarties

Nutty
Coated nuggets
Chocolate Covered Almonds

Butterscotch
Buttery Hard Squares
Boterbabbelaars

Christmas Cookies

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Mom came in,
All gingery smells.
Wafting from the bin

She carried in her arms.
Gingersnaps.
A boy wipes his hands Flour patterns to show

The cookies are made His eyes all aglow.
Sugar Cookies
Mmmm.. the spices they rise

And added they are
a double amount
for a favourite friend

An old Dutch recipe
from mom to girl
Papernauten.

Something old, something new
What will a man make?
How about a new marshmallow bake?

Nutella use up,
chocolate goodness share
Fudge marshmallow squares.