We Travel (Triolet Poem)

The land rises and falls in our days. 

Here we travel on these unknown roads. 

Here we hope regardless of changing days. 

The land rises and falls in our days. 

We hope in the unchanging.

We hope in Jesus who sustains. 

The land rises and falls in our days.

Here we travel on these unknown roads. 


Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

-

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I Saw

          I saw the child before me, showing joy and innocence, present in the present and fully embracing jubilation even in the everyday. I witnessed the fun still evident in the fundamental responsibilities of daily living as the aging youth went about their day. I saw dancing, then the timid pulling back of a child-like nature. "Dance! Have fun! Don't be afraid of that!", I spoke unashamed to the child still evident within such a one, where a child-like nature dared to emerge from life "growing up".              I passed through and beheld the invitation to join in the fun of a day, innocent moments of pure childhood fun and the call to live beyond simply "getting stuff done". I saw, recognized it, and accepted fully, tooting the horn of "I see you, and I'll join in such welcoming time of play", allowing my inner child to "come out and play" for a while. Two kids jumped for joy with excitement as I drove past through an ord...
Read more

Fight (A 4-Word Poetic Experiment)

 Fight forward! Fight ferociously! Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!
Read more

Maybe I Can....

            Maybe I can write something, here in the middle. In the middle of a chaotic work day. In the middle of hardship and pressure under the load of a workday. Maybe I can create, just create, to make room and space for good, for healthy. Maybe I can make something good that has impact; so I'll try.             I'll empty me again, in the heavy loads of a Thursday workday, of a brutal pace and pressure, remembering Jesus redeems EVEN here, writing to make room for good inside again as He works. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!
Read more