Radiant One who yet lives,
Hasten Your return for us who
By clustered leaves
Left over from last fall,
I found three quiet daffodils:
Your captive, Lord.
You’ve drawn my heart to Yours.
Now, captured by Your love, I am
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I own my world.
And I must choose a plan
To color it with love and hope.
Couldn’t resist a little fun with dentistry today — in response to the Daily Post Prompt: Cavity. So here’s a little cinquain question, and a little iambic pentameter advice.
FRIEND OR FOE?
I went today.
Is he my friend or foe?
He fixed my tooth but STRAINED my nerves.
BRUSH, FLOSS, RINSE
Be sure to use your toothbrush every day.
Or if you use it twice a day, that’s better yet.
Because if you will clean your teeth a lot,
Then when you see the dentist, you won’t have to fret.
Of course, it’s wise to floss as well as brush,
And then, after the flossing, we should always rinse
With something that will kill bacteria.
I guess with all the gunk we eat, it does make sense.
Anyway, I’m giving this advice —
The same advice my mommy always gave to me.
So hopefully, you won’t lose any teeth,
But keep a brilliant smile for everyone to see.
And here’s the cause:
“The hurrier I go,
The behinder I get.” Thank you,
Quote from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll, 1865
Daily Post Prompt: Tardy
Is all I hear.
When you speak, words aren’t clear.
What you say is refuted by
About to dawn,
I will inform you now:
I intend to live this whole year
Ahead of time:
I will not tolerate
The kind of loss and sadness from
Will rise above
The past. And reach new heights.
Love and healing are my focus
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The Father’s darling gift.
Rejoice, O weary world; now God’s
Making merry sound waves,
Singing happy tidings from God
Hung with great care.
Tots on best behavior
Wake on Christmas morn to find them
Icing Christmas cookies,
And hanging lights with tinsel bright
I wonder why
Some call it by false names.
It’s sole identity resides
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Started out gray.
But sunlight filtered through,
And, taking over, changed my day
photo: © Terry Valley
From God to me.
It gives me peace and rest.
He grants by grace what I can’t earn.
That I’ve received,
It is required of me
That I, likewise, grant to others
Is the touchstone:
The standard that I use
To make sure my own heart and will
Is so gracious
That, if I’ll just receive,
He imparts His own heart and will
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Into the night,
And to my great delight,
I saw a thousand stars begin
No music played,
But could feel the rhythm
Of their pirouetting ‘cross the
No doubt did sing
And tap their feet in time:
The universe in harmony —
I originally posted this poem a few weeks ago, but it so perfectly fits today’s prompt from the Daily Post (Dancing) that I decided to re-post it with a link to that prompt.
Am I to see
The mighty Spruce so grand;
It’s majesty reminds me that
I stop to think:
The God who made the Spruce
Said He has made the universe
photo: © Terry Valley, Visions Seen Photography
Out on the lake.
Topsy-turvy world view:
Blue sky below reveals what lies
photo: Terry Valley, Visions Seen Photography
About why you’re thought wise.
Is it your hunting skills, or just
That when it comes
Vocabulary isn’t your
I mean — Get real —
Those words show ignorance.
Yet men believe wisdom resides
I will concede I like
To hear you “sing” while others sleep —