Here: At This Point

But as for me,
the nearness of God is my good;
I have made the Lord GOD my refuge,
That I may tell of all Thy works.
(Psalm 73:28 NASB
 
 
 

 
 
 
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Guest Poem from Jody Lee Collins


Blessed are the chosen!
Blessed the guest
at home in your place!
We expect our fill of good things
in your house, your heavenly manse.
(Psalm 65:4 The Message)
 
 
Jody has made me feel at home in the blog world and as a Christian sister and friend. Welcome her here today and visit her blog, Three Way Light.

Jody also writes poetry.  Come get your fill of good things! She has two spots to read her poems:
 
 
 
As have we travelled from Sunday to Monday, why not sabbath a little bit longer with her latest poem: 
 
 
The still pavement
holds layers of light movement,
life aloft,
like comforting down
on this different, slow day.
 
(Read the rest of the poem here.)
 
2013 Copyright. All Rights Reserved. Sunday Streets by Jody Lee Collins.
 
 
 
If you are looking for a place where poets gather to share their voices, Jody recommends DVerse-Poets Pub.
 
 

Poem: A Piece of Imaginative Writing in Verse

 
When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse
everything I know of you,
From Jordan depths to Hermon heights,
including Mount Mizar.
Chaos calls to chaos,
to the tune of whitewater rapids.
Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers
crash and crush me.

Then God promises to love me all day,
sing songs all through the night!
My life is God’s prayer.
 

(Psalm 42:6-8 The Message)

Psalms and poems,
April showers and May flowers
That is what Spring is made of.

The poetic language of the Psalms express my heart, as my joy ebbs and flows with the sunshine and clouds of Spring. To celebrate and contemplate this season of joy, my heart is drawn to poetry and to flowers. Poetry is celebrated this month, so I thought I’d join the festivities by posting some poem/prayers of my own, some from others and some from God’s word.

Flowers are the iconic representation of Spring, and with my new access to varieties unlimited through the Missouri Botanical Gardens, I will have photos to share. Last week, I went with my sister and the nieces and nephews. We were able to enjoy the superb display of orchids.

I plan to highlight guest poems on Thursdays, so if you have a poem you’d like me to post or link up here, please send me an e-mail with your poem or link at kelrohlf@gmail.com

Without further ado, here are some flowers and  a poem.

cloudless blue (Kel Rohlf)

 

cloudless blue raked by bare branches

redbud blossoms soften the view
warmth of spring swishes past
with just a hint of winter chill

man made droning behind the scene

breaks in upon this dream
echoing a great stream rushing
behind the woodland screen

senses drop to the underbrush

greening, growing unseen life
lush
underneath the winter gloom