A poetic offering from my recent weekend in New Hampshire.
If you want to know more about my weekend retreat here, or would like me to write about it in more detail, or do a video coffee chat- I would love too. Leave a comment below.
Meanwhile, I pray this poem I wrote Saturday morning, gives you a glimpse into the beauty I experienced there.
Note: I did share two of my poems on the Saturday evening Talent Show…to keep my fear of public speaking at bay. Onward- for His glory! The poems I shared at the Women’s Retreat (April 28th- 30th) can be read when you click on the linked titles here: Luminary and Anyway .
See my Local Events page for the next public Poetry Reading I will be doing.
The sky this morning, willowy
peach and blue
The tall pine, standing by the pond,
a solo storyteller
The mountain in silently
speaks an ageless wisdom
These are your gospel to me this morning.
The one crow, a messenger
caws from the newly budding branches
Is he saying to me, Good Morning,
Is he asking me to notice the details, of each moment?
the moments are fleeting, the moments are mysteries
seen but not always understood…
like the gray and white clouds
which have already swallowed the
tender colors of dawn.
Though they are gone forever,
they have served their momentary
purpose, and His glory
rises with the sun.
New mercies in abundance,
we receive from Him-
We are created, restored, and
rise, like the sun-
*The verses I reflected upon for writing this poem: Psalm 51:10-12; 15
Thank you for reading and joining me today!