dVerse, poetry

Blinded in order to See

I enjoy thinking of the mysterious ways that God works.  The older I become the more likely I ponder.  This was a poem composed last year, I re-post here for dVerse Open-Link-Night.  To join in click here to follow instructions.

Blinded by God in order to see

Boats that seem to melt or sink
disappear beyond the vast
horizon. Onward they sail.
—Yonder to and fro they go!
To the eyes it ceases; Gone!
Yet, where? We must confess them
They are there, somewhere we know!
Is truly Faith surpassing!

The eclipse —horizon as
hidden mysteriously!
Looking back through time we go!

Remember Dear Saint Paul was
Blinded by God in order
To see. Mystical is God
Indeed our Faith surpassing!

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dVerse, poetry

Rhyming Christmas with Etheree Poetry

dVerse is asking for Christmas to rhyme, why not try an Etheree in Poetry!

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Wake Up

See the Morn

Brightly Glowing

A Baby is Born

His Mother Beckoning

Welcoming All Shepherds — Kings

A World Sleeps on while Angels Sing

The Newborn King wrapped in swaddling clothes

Close your eyes, to hear His Voice Whispering

 

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dVerse, poetry

Or IS IT? Predetermined!

A little bit of poetry inspired by dVerse 

Each day upon awaking, a mystery
Surprised to see the world survive?
We sit and sip our coffee or tea
Wondering what the day will decide

Our journey begins, our gift of time
Seal that plan; the day still young
Will it end happily and benign
Or just another night unstrung?

We are taught the choice is ours
Or is it?

dVerse, poetry, Politics

Halloween or Hallo-erred

Scary stuff now the day for scary!
Scared paralyzed, momentarily.
Suspended is dangling, not moving.
The Ghost Word could it be removing!
Scribble the dribble — rewrite the right!
Politics, lunatic are today—
Many wishing it was yesterday!
Remember, don’t be scared get prepared.
The ghost word today is Hallo-erred!

 

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dVerse, poetry, Politics

The Never-ending

Do you hear it?
That thunder a roar-like shout.
It is everywhere AS God IS!

Progressives claim it doesn’t stand, yet;
Their language shaky, uncertain —
Dash hopes as dying, dying, dead!

Living still, that thunder, roar-like cheer.
Alive and well, demanding to be heard —
Never-ending, endless TRUTH!

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