Two Girls on a Bench

Two Girls on a Bench

The leaves are crashing down and up again
while sunlight beats the burnished grass’s blades.
Two girls adventure, smiling now and then,
while crunching streams of fallen leaves. They would
be free to pause in summer’s soft embrace,
but bitter cold will soon descend un-stalled.
The warmth of time won’t stay within a place –
the gentle day will soon be dead and mauled.
Right now, the girls enjoy their laughing fun,
delaying time’s progressing, ticking tock
by lying backs against a bench. Then one
careening leaf invades their eyes with shock.
The day is lost. It raced away obscene.
In lieu of slow respite, it passed routine.

Writing poetry is like playing a game. Each word is a puzzle piece that must be discovered. Do you like to deconstruct the poetic puzzle? Or would you rather read for the words alone?

If you’re looking to read great poetry, take a look at the Psalms!

“Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup;
    you make my lot secure.
 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
    surely I have a delightful inheritance.
 I will praise the Lord, who counsels me;
    even at night my heart instructs me.
 I keep my eyes always on the Lord.
    With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.

 “Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices;
    my body also will rest secure,
 because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead,

    nor will you let your faithful one see decay.
You make known to me the path of life;
    you will fill me with joy in your presence,
    with eternal pleasures at your right hand.”

Psalm 16:5-11

Cozy fall evenings are a great time to read! Even if poetry isn’t your thing, grab a cup of tea and your favorite book and savor a few moments. 🙂



Our Base

Since we’re forever strained and long distressed,
We need repose and stillness for ourselves.
We never take a moment for our rest,
But people need to sink and lose themselves.
We have no breaks in life and are undone –
We can’t relent beyond the slightest breath.
To rouse us from our ways we need the One,
Or we will live on in a breathing death.
The God of all discerns us in our dust
And offers His relief as our support.
We’re saved to sink within the Lord and trust.
In Jesus we will never come up short
Because he wraps his love above our will:
God is a base that holds us peaceful, still.
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