Once, much like peasants
Left in the desert’s harsh sun,
Now, relief may come,
Though through no action our own
But many blessings given.
We have today, now,
Tomorrow a hopeful dream
May become our truth.
Breaking foamy waves
Shining lit by sparkling sun
New hope, dreams begun.
Valleys of shadow,
Mountaintops of brilliant sun,
Our journey goes on.
So fragile small hope
Then God broke heavy shackles –
Setting love to life.
Desolation of heart,
Soul, feeling, and character,
Taught us to follow
Love, leave division, unite –
Within freedom’s holy light.
I will sing my love
As a cry and a quiet prayer
And dream my dream true.
Fear may trouble us
Doubt may torment sunny days,
But it is okay
We are overcomers all,
Our hearts are brave, bearing love.
The gifts, more than cost,
Bestow happiness forthright
Love, we are for life.
Dear Lord, please provide
For us, Your gracious blessing,
Help us not to fall.
Prompt
When one writes short, many things can be covered independently. Try your hand at haiku, which are counted syllable poems of three lines with counts of 5 – 7 – 5. If you care to, do some tanka as well, the syllable counts are 5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7. These short forms are good exercises to prepare the voice for more extensive verse.
Gratitude Now
Listening to my favorites, The Rolling Stones, in live shows streamed from YouTube.
Spending time with Richard when I did not wish to be alone.
Catching a nap.
Coming home so I can Rock.
My ice-maker.
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The bells may ring, people sing,
For hope’s return and love’s dawning,
The sounds of what may be freedom.
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