SEASHELL
My father's mother
Picked up the shell
And turned it about
In her hand that was
Crinkled, glossy and
Twined with veins,
The fingers rumpled
Into soft roses
At the knuckles, and
She said, "Why did
That little creature
Take so much trouble
To be beautiful?"
~ Valerie Worth, All the Small Poems and Fourteen More
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
August 26, 2015
March 2, 2015
Wednesday Wisdom No. 9...On Monday?
Hello, friends! As I've got a very busy week ahead of me, and don't need the distraction of blogging, I'm going to go ahead and post my usual Wednesday spiel today. It's a poem actually. Discovered at the tail end of a course I've been taking and am finishing up this very week. There isn't much
commentary I can make on such eloquently expressed truth, except to say
that I earnestly hope that this beautiful mission statement will be true of me and of you...
ENTREPRENEURS OF LIFE*
[A little long, but absolutely worth a read through...]
As Entrepreneurs of Life, we respond to the call of our
great Creator
By seeing all life as an enterprise transformed by his
call to “Follow Me.”
We therefore count the cost, consider the risks,
And set out on each day as a venture to multiply our
gifts and opportunities
In order to bring glory to God and add value to this
world.
In so living, we find the fullest meaning of our lives in
answering the call,
We seek our identity solely in our naming by the Caller,
We pursue excellence defined as “My utmost for His
highest,”
We count our deepest companionship among our fellow-followers
of the Way,
We look for final approval only from one audience – the
Audience of One,
We break down every false barrier between the sacred and
the secular, weaving all life into a seamless web of faith and love in action,
And we work for no other accomplishment or legacy than
the Caller’s own “Well done,”
The menial and humdrum we elevate because of the One for
whom it’s ultimately done,
The dangerous and sacrificial we bear as the privilege of
high calling,
The siren sounds of ease, success and popularity we shun
for a trust-worthier voice,
And the temptations of conceit coming from being so
chosen we answer with a gratitude humbled by grace because we have been chosen
at all.
Thus we are fully engaged in the world on realistic
terms, but empowered by vision and energies from a world that is unseen but
even more real and realistic.
In all things, and in all the vicissitudes and seasons of
life,
We know that, primarily, we are called not to somewhere
or something but to Someone,
That there is no true calling without the Caller,
That calling is not only being who we are but becoming
what we are to be,
That no self-made goal can ever rival the Ultimate Why of
the mystery of the Creator’s purpose for each of us as His creatures,
That we will never rise higher than when we follow the
call not knowing where the path may lead – so long as the Caller is God,
And that while we may lose our jobs and our health, or
retire from a career, we will never retire from our calling – until that Final
Call, which is death, leads each of us to the climax and consummation of all
calling.
For on that day, for the first time, we will not need to listen
to only a word; we will see the Caller face to face and find ourselves in our
Father’s home forever.
In the meantime that is our journey until our life’s last
day, the passion of our lives is to go further, higher, deeper, always closer
to the One who called us once and calls us still – to Himself, and to all the
joys that knowing Him can mean.
~ Os Guinness, Entrepreneurs of Life
Labels:
photography,
poetry,
quotes,
wednesday wisdom
February 25, 2015
Wednesday Wisdom No. 8
Such a
Bountiful
Box of
Tricks:
Packed
With the
Five senses,
The seven
Seas, the
Earth's
Four winds
And corners,
All fitted
Exactly in.
~ Valerie Worth, All the Small Poems and Fourteen More
Labels:
photography,
poetry,
wednesday wisdom
February 18, 2015
Wednesday Wisdom No. 7
HERE COMES
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer,
Chirping robins, budding rose.
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer,
Gentle showers, summer clothes,
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer -
Whoosh - shiver - there is goes.
Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer,
Chirping robins, budding rose.
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer,
Gentle showers, summer clothes,
Here comes summer,
Here comes summer -
Whoosh - shiver - there is goes.
Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic
Labels:
poetry,
wednesday wisdom,
winter
May 1, 2012
Some More Poetry - "Moon"
For this post, I have written a Tanka, which, in Japanese means "short poem." In the book, Rip the Page!, the author presents a format for writing a Tanka:
Line 1: Name an object from nature (moon, mountain, sun, river, tree, cloud...).
Line 2: Choose 3 words that describe your object.
Line 3: What does you object do? or how does your object move?
Line 4: Where is your object in time and space? Be as specific as you can.
Line 5: What do you have that your object doesn't have: no ______, no ______, no ______.
Moon
moon
shimmering, glowing, ethereal
casts its misty rays of silver upon the sleepy lands and restless seas
a pearly white marble suspended in a world of darkness
no heart, no mind, no time even to soak up the sunshine
A tanka by a little sparc
Line 1: Name an object from nature (moon, mountain, sun, river, tree, cloud...).
Line 2: Choose 3 words that describe your object.
Line 3: What does you object do? or how does your object move?
Line 4: Where is your object in time and space? Be as specific as you can.
Line 5: What do you have that your object doesn't have: no ______, no ______, no ______.
Moon
moon
shimmering, glowing, ethereal
casts its misty rays of silver upon the sleepy lands and restless seas
a pearly white marble suspended in a world of darkness
no heart, no mind, no time even to soak up the sunshine
A tanka by a little sparc
Labels:
nature,
photography,
poetry
April 30, 2012
Another Little Poem
Pine cones
Crackle so delightfully
Under worn old shoes.
A haiku by a little sparc
P.S. Have still been very busy, so didn't have much time for poems this week... so, even though National Poetry Month ends today, I'll post a few more poems in May!
Labels:
nature,
photography,
poetry
April 21, 2012
Away

Dandelion
Out of
Green space,
A sun:
Bright for
A day, burning
Away to
A husk, a
Cratered moon:
Burst
In a week
To dust:
Seeding
The infinite
Lawn with
Its starry
Smithereens.
Labels:
nature,
photography,
poetry
October 17, 2011
Bird Watching







swooping swiftly
from the pale
and cloudless sky
a jay alights
upon the ground.
robed in a lustrous coat
of royal blue
glowing aqua
and frosty white
accented with
bold black details.
its slender gray talons
grasp the splintery surface.
its gracefully-shaped beak
and regal tufted crown
add to the splendor
of this elegant-looking bird.
but exquisite beauty
can be...deceiving.
its pleasing looks veil its
heart of greed.
in contemplation
its small dark eyes
do seem rather shady
and everyone knows
beady eyes belong only
to crooks.
a short poem by a little sparc
Note: My"Words from A-Z" project is temporarily "on hold." Been quite busy lately, and haven't had much time for Dictionary skimming. Will try to resume soon.
Labels:
nature,
photography,
poetry
March 21, 2011
Spring
Tiny golden wands emerge from,
Fragile snow white petals,
Gently affixed to slender, sturdy branches,
Extending from the bountiful flowering bushes,
Of spring.
(A short poem by alittlesparc)
Labels:
nature,
photography,
poetry,
spring
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