The first time we spoke
you approached me after our class critique
of illuminated letters.
Wowed you were by my velvety black lettering
by my gilded William Morris grapevines
by my lush Gustav Klimt flowers.
Category: Poetry
I followed God’s call to the mountain
and here I sit praising him
on a Sunday afternoon.
Friends, this poem won 3rd place in the poetry contest at this weekend’s All Write Now! conference. Enjoy!
Chicka-chicka-chicka
the pressure cooker prattles
on the avocado stove
while I help Grandma
set the table for ten.
Dear readers, instead of my normal post today, I will share this popular poem from my past blog. I have been busy this week with a different project, but I will return to a normal writing schedule next week.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy today’s devotional poem. Blessings to you!
You lift me up
in the valley of despair
above shadowy sorrows
downcast discouragement
ground-level grief.
Sixteen months old
standing on the couch, chin almost
touching the windowsill
looking out into the white, white world
for Daddy.