Poetry & Praise

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