Snow of Grace

Wind howled through the trees;
tearing, biting, breaking me.
Storms of pain and suffering
Left a wasteland lost in grief.

As the storm began to settle;
Slowly, gently, little by little;
The gears stopped their grinding metal;
Silence came with gentle rebuttal.

Falling slowly from the sky,
Stars that twinkled in twilight
Covered the sorrowful, ugly sights;
Point by point they covered my life.

Not all at once, so suddenly,
Was the wreckage covered quickly;
But steadily, gracefully, gradually,
The snowflakes hid all misery.

Every speck of hope from above
Was sent to cover the ugly muck.
I say a prayer of thanks to God
For the snow I love so much.

 

P.S.: The answer to Riddle #2 is “Birch Trees.”

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Memories of a bygone era...

Memories of a bygone era…

Times long since forgotten,
Now, are remembered;
In forests, begotten,
I, again, have wandered.

More memories are seen,
The deeper I go;
The light doesn’t gleam,
But glimmers and glows.

Sunshine from above,
Peaks through the leaves;
Some times I love,
Others are too dreary.

I recognize old landmarks,
And see the pathways there;
Travels there, we did embark,
Dependent on each other.

Someday, I will tell these tales,
Of every perilous moment;
Times of victory or of failure,
Each, a memorable monument.

So many memories,
Stored up in my heart;
Memories so distant,
I weep as I depart.

I emerge from the forest,
Shaken and tired;
With sorrow and joyfulness,
To my home I retire.

God gave us these moments,
So precious and so few;
I cherish these fragments,
These snapshots, and these moments with you.

Waiting for Old Winter

The voices of the breeze,
Whisper its threats;
The trees speak back,
With creakings and cracks.

Old Winter comes slowly,
At a crawl it seems;
I wait for him patiently,
He and his family.

Frost is here already,
Snow is with Winter;
Rain hasn’t left yet,
And Cold is getting bitter.

The trees and breeze,
Discuss Old Winter;
They wait for him patiently,
Hoping he’ll come quicker.

(Yes. If you’re wondering if I’m ready for winter, the answer is, yes.)

Raining Sunshine

Sometimes, sadness and happiness come at the same time, like when it's sunny and raining!

Sometimes, sadness and happiness come at the same time, like when it’s sunny and raining!

Drops fall down, down from above;
Each shines bright, as bright as the sun.
Even in sadness, sadness with tears;
Joy can be found, found without fear.

Droplets of dew, dew on the grass;
Each, a tiny lens, a lens made of glass.
Our eyes cannot see, see every blessing,
We see only us, and besides us, nothing.

Sunlight hits each, each a small star,
Illumined to brilliance, brightness seen afar.
Christ gives us light, and sight to see;
He is the source, the source of eternity.

So let the sun show, show its bright light;
To the lost world, a world without light.
We are the drops, the drops of sunshine;
To light up the world, the world for Christ.

Precious Memories

 

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Let me first explain this odd picture before I give you the poem. At first glance, it’s a messy dining room… That’s because it is a messy dining room. Although I can’t pin down exactly what it is about this picture, but it reminds me of summer. More than just summer though, this picture reminds me of my favorite, glowing, warm moments with friends and family. The warm sunshine and the messiness give it the feel of mid-summer, when everyone is busy.

It also has a lonely feel to it. An abandoned house, somewhat melancholy. It is a peaceful and endearing picture that stirs up the precious memories of every wonderful moment. Every precious moment: those, I will never forget.

Sunlight shines through the window pane,
On this glorious mid-summer’s day.
I sit in the shade, out of heat’s way,
And ponder the memories we’ve made.

Observe the paths we traveled then,
To places we never had been.
The good, the bad, the tumble-dee-dum;
We enjoyed the pleasure of friends.

Memories fade into the past,
They pass away entirely too fast.
Quiet, lonely, lost are the laughs,
That made every moment a blast.

Longing, I remember the sunny warmth;
Days of hope, days of comfort.
Then I remember that I’m still on earth;
There is still time for sunshine and mirth.

Lonely I stand, taking in this scene;
Sunny, warm, peaceful and serene.
But not alone, not as it may seem;
For friendships are, forever, a living, breathing, precious memory.

Leaves of a Golden Pathway

Leaves of Gold

On a walk through sunny shade,
The wind whispers gently through the trees;
The path before, like lemonade,
Yellow, golden, fallen autumn leaves.

Even in these quiet times;
There are changes so uncertain;
Yet God still gives us sunshine.
The clouds of doubt are now broken.

Once the leaves from trees have all fallen,
To the floor of the forest so far;
Once they darken, and their gold is stolen,
How barren the birch trees now are.

The leaves will grow back after a season,
Even though the trees appear dead.
Just so, every scar, bruise, and grievance,
Will heal after time trods ahead.

Take heart, have faith, seek Christ right now;
Though now may seem so sorrowful.
Time will tell what, when, and how;
The spring will bring something wonderful.

And so I find comfort, on a walk,
Through the shadows of today;
I thank God, for the lessons I’m taught;
As I walk on a golden pathway.

A Golden Pathway Through the Forest

A Golden Pathway Through the Forest

Lament for My Sister

Alas! My dear young sister;
Your fate has been sealed!
Your vitality will disappear,
Your mind will congeal.

Your eyes sparkle, your cheeks glow;
Yet you see not the danger.
Little sister, you do not yet know;
But I think you’re getting sicker.

You’ve been infected with a terrible disease,
The heart thumps, and the knees go;
Vision will be next, and you won’t even see trees!
Not that you could before though…

You wander about, all in a daze,
Like a lost penguin in the middle of town.
People stop, you catch their gaze;
It’s hard not see you floating off the ground!

Soon you’ll be taken far away,
To a mental institution I would think;
The doctor, from what they say,
Sounds like a perfect match for thee.

Together you two will be perfectly safe,
Until you step out-of-doors;
Best wear knee pads, elbow pads, and more;
Or just live in a bubble all day.

I don’t worry at all about you dear sister,
Not in slightest, can’t you tell?
I know you’ll survive every blister;
Watch out for the floors, doors, and walls!

Be careful of your dear husband also,
I’m afraid he’s caught the disease;
It shouldn’t be a big deal, although;
But you both should get a vaccine.

Together you are so beautifully in love,
Love I can only wait patiently for.
But seeing you now, I suppose I’m in luck;
I’d be dead if I had luck to match yours.

But enough about all this terrible stuff;
I’ll let you enjoy one another.
I pray God will always provide you with enough;
And that you only visit the hospital together.

I will miss you, my little sister,
My close friend for many years.
You sarcasm, smile, and laughter;
Have brought me joy in place of tears.

I know you’ll be happy in life when you leave;
When you say goodbye, and go with that boy.
I’ll be losing a part of me, my voice for story,
I guess I’ll have to find a different voice.

This rhyme has been silly, but some of it serious;
And I hope you can see which is which.
Know that I love you (yes I’m fully conscious),
I’m your brother, so deal with it.

😉 – Love you Sis. Congratulations on the engagement.