Borrowed Agency

My friends are precious,
Lifelines who anchor my soul
When storms crowd me in,
They are a great abundance
Of sweet peace borrowed from God.

No accident they
People my existence here,
They are Heaven sent
Provided for my troubles
To usher in blessed good.

They hold me by heart
Banishing the loneliness
Which wants destruction,
Gifting solace they rally
The Spirit, LOVE, within me.

Though some desert me,
There is a growing circle
Of care arising,
Fortresses of gentleness
Who dispense a constant peace.

The prompt for Prompted Positive Poetry is “Peace.”

Pathway

I know of the world –
Once there was a way through it
I took without care,
But some people stood opposed
To blazing a path of love.

Their arguments were
Convincing enough to remove
My purpose from me,
But only temporarily –
I awoke and recovered.

My voice was not loud,
But passion fed my practice –
I would not give up;
Others joined me on the way
Trying to rescue our planet.

Calling everyone
To love themselves and others
To submit to God
Through Jesus, many people
Needing Christ’s redemptive love.

Poetry gives voice to life
Renewed, freed, revived with love,
Salvation’s testimony.

I wrote this before going to sleep for a little while. The pain I am experiencing seems to be zapping my strength. I do not have Coronavirus, but I am not in the most excellent health. It does not matter, I survive, and during struggle thrive.

Audacious

What I want to say
Does a speedy estimate
Of words I contain
Before deciding it is
Safe to brave so much fresh air.

There is a beauty
In the newly bestowed clear
Space – nothing hurries;
The birds are better at home,
Exhaust is missing rush hour.

I walk breathing deep
Though pollution is absent
Pollen soldiers on
Running my nose, forcing these
Sneezes and coughs troubling me.

A calm filters down
A peace often dearly missed,
Acceptance descends –
A careful celebration,
Renewed clarity, fresh air.

The prompt today for Prompted Positive Poetry’s Facebook Group was “fresh air.”

Sheltering Silence

Writing hides today
In the quiet shadows left
Behind upon our
Exit en masse from places
We typically frequent.

The patter of steps
No longer echo in halls,
The hushed whispers
Between co-workers are now
Fallen into deep silence.

The schools are empty
With no laughter on playgrounds,
Parents have become
Educators somewhat unsure
Their skills, patience, will suffice.

Words wander quick away
Bringing lonely quietness,
Writing hobbles on astray.

The prompt for the Poem A Day Challenge Countdown on Poetic Asides was “quiet.”

Short Form – Tanka

The prompt from the Poetic Asides blog by Robert Brewer for the Countdown to PAD Challenge today is a “Short Form Poem.” Playing my game, though he did not mention tanka in his list, I chose it. Tanka are counted syllable poems of 5-7-5-7-7, and I love them.

Priorities

Now this weight gain seems
Definitely less awful,
Like the defiant
Mind, body, invoked wisdom
Choosing protection as goal.

Mirth

Laughter sneaks into
The space between silences,
Frothing out over
The loving cup which splashes
Pleasantries freely abroad.

Okay, so we know I could do these all day long. No one needs me to test my limits.

If you are a poet, writer, or really any kind of creator, I recommend you go to Poetic Asides and jump in with your own brand of creativity.