Poetry & Praise: 2013

Thursday

Autumn

It's autumn again

And foliage is here

The season I love

The colors I cheer

A beautiful canvas

Creation divine

A gift for all people

It's yours and it's mine

Saturday

TREASURES

Beauty is all around us

Joy in the depth of our soul

Love in our innermost being

As God seeks to make us whole

It sometimes requires searching

For treasures like that to be found

But God is patiently waiting

With angels encamped all around

Bearing us up in our weakness

Tenderly opening our eyes

To see the light through the darkness

And blessings that come in disguise

Sunday

Vintage

Teacups and saucers
Flowers and more
A lovely display
From a vintage store

Saturday

Water for Life

Streams in the desert

Water for life

Whether a body that thirsts

Or a soul full of strife

Whatever the meaning

Satisfaction is found

When nurture,

Through nourishing water, abounds

Sunday

Magic

Poetry is magic

Speaking in rhyme

Everyday words

Portray the sublime

Words fitly spoken

Can be such a treasure

They reach to the heart

And bless beyond measure

Thursday

POETRY

P is for Prose, which is regular talk.

O is for openness, needed a lot.

E is for excellent message, we know.

T is transparent, needed to show.

R is for rhyme, which some people choose.

Y is for yesterday's memories they use.

Tuesday

Yes, God, I still love you
Though distraction draws me nigh.
Though distraction can be good,
I must balance things on high.
The distraction keeps me busy
Taking focus off of pain
And obscuring all the problems
That are trying to remain.
But the more important matter
Is awareness of the Lord,
Drawing strength and grace for battle
So that I can move forward.

Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales

Yes, God, I Still Love You #8

Yes, God, I still love you

Though I'm feeling overwhelmed

And in boating terms I'm glad to see

That you are at the helm

Then again, if we were speaking

In a language of the road

I am grateful to experience

What feels like Cruise Control

As I struggle with the problems
That arise from this disease
There are times you take the burden, Lord
Replacing it with ease
And I watch with great amazement
As the natural is transformed
Producing SUPERnatural
A far cry from the norm.

Sunday

Memories of Home

Just fading memories

And thoughts rolling 'round

Of a colorful, quaint,

And cozy hometown.

Suburban-esque/Rockwell,

Long-time ago,

Memories of rainstorms

And pictures of snow.

Memories of friendships,

Beaus, and the rest,

Adventures of youth,

And fun at it's best.

Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales

Loved Evermore

More than sufficient,

Your grace is amazing,

And I'm overcome

By a love

That is blazing.

It pierces my heart,

Straight to the core,

To know I am cherished

And loved evermore.

Wednesday

Sweet Sixteen

You grew in my belly

So near to my heart

I knew that I loved you

Right from the start

Now you're sixteen

So tender and sweet

In my little world

You're branded a treat

I see you maturing

And I want to hold on

But I have to let go

For you to be strong

Strong in the essence

Of who you should be

While remaining the treasure

That you are to me

7-3-13

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Tuesday

The Battery Died

I started a poem

And ended with two,

As words on the page

Exponentially grew.

But, as luck would have it,

Sleep knocked at my door.

Then the battery died

And the words were no more.

I could not believe,

When I woke the next day,

My computer had acted

In such a strange way.

Normally the data

Would quickly restore

When powering up

The computer once more.

But lost are the words

I wrote in a blog,

Surrendered to sleep

Surrounded by fog.

7-3-13

The Boston Marathon

The Boston Marathon

God, it's so grievous
that men would invoke
explosions of terror
through hatred and smoke.
God, it's so grievous
that people would die,
that limbs would be lost
and nations would cry.
Lord, help the victims
to process and mourn
all that was lost,
surmounting the scorn.
Be with officials,
uncovering truth,
that persons of interest
they would uproot.
Don't let this evil
and vicious attack
put chinks in our armor,
causing us slack.

Give us determined

and fervent resolve

to stand up and conquer,

that they not evolve.

4-15-13

Marathon Mania

Marathon Mania

The marathon runners took pride in the race
Until all the madness invaded their space
Killing and maiming,and stealing their joy
Overturning their victory with the death of a boy
My heart is so grieved that a child is lost
As well as the others paying the cost
God give us mercy and show us your face
That we, in our weakness,would experience grace

Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales
4-15-13