Poetry – Page 3 – Rebekah Lyn Books

My West

Thanks for mountain, creek, and pine.

Thanks that all of this was mine.

Thanks for Shetland, sorrel, bay.

Thanks for every sunny day.

Thank you for the high, clear air,

Thunderstorms and breezes fair.

Thanks for folks, stoic and brave.

Give pardners a hearty wave.

Take me where the West begins

Please don’t ever fence me in.

Variety
Yellow bananas, ripe tomatoes, crunch granola, cream soup with avocado slices,

Rarity
Artichokes pressured into giving up leaves, dip in mayonnaise, and scrape with teeth.

Fun
Green curly leaves of Romaine, black olives one for each child thumb and finger.

Delightful
Dark chocolate truffle-fragment melting. Close eyes to get full effect.

Make time.

Take time.

Hurry up.

Slow down.

Not enough time.

Give something up.

But what?

Life is a pleasure.

Life is a joy.

Nothing is dispensable.

More is better.

Even petting cats takes time.

Brushing teeth, conversing…

I want to do it all.

But one thing at a time.

Slowly

So I can savor it.

Mary posted this on her blog and I thought our readers might enjoy it and be encouraged.

Wondering how the members of our Christian Poets and Writers group on Facebook saw their writing ministries, I recently asked:

In what ways do you hope your writing will help to draw others to Christ, up-build the church, and strength faith?

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