Gratitude
"Should I Depart Early" Unofficial Poetry Challenge
Hi, all! For those who haven't seen my poems from last week - yes, I'm back on Vocal after a long-ish hiatus. And yes, this has happened before. What can I say, I ebb and flow like the tide. It's become a regular enough thing that I think at some point soon I'll stop mentioning it entirely! But for now, I can think of no better way to get reconnected with this lovely community than to send out another unofficial challenge, and see what inevitable brilliance you lot conjure up. So without further ado, I'd like to announce the start of my "Should I Depart Early" Unofficial Poetry Challenge!
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
Blessed Rain
The world is still and dark as the clock ticks silently past midnight. Doors barred against the relentless heat, the town sleeps, lulled by the constant drone of the instruments of alleviation. I lie awake, sensing the oscillations of the offset noise. A sudden flash of white-hot light breaches the blinds and illuminates the room. With a hypnotic flicker, it disappears, leaving only its memory, searing my retinas. A long moment passes, followed by the sharp roar of the splitting sky. Another moment, then the sound of the downpour in sheets on the window panes. Blessed moisture, sorely needed arrives at last, and all that lives rejoices. The reprieve will not last. The land is hot, and thirsty, but for now, I close my weary eyes as another lance of light pierces the darkness. Sleep comes before the thunder.
By Dana Crandell3 months ago in Poets
We Give Thee Thanks
Greening trees and roses red, Mountain streams and waterfall, Cats and cattle, eagles, mice – For our sake You made them all. We give Thee thanks, O Lord! For pantries that are always full, with extra to give to the poor; For having as much as our neighbors with credit on hand to get more-- We give Thee thanks, O Lord! For giving us Thy Holy Word so we can choose what to obey; For knowing when we need You near, and when we hope You'll look away: We give Thee thanks, O Lord! Good fortune we richly deserve; Wars that we righteously win; Peace we uphold by our might: These affirm that we are without sin. Beauty as deep as our skin, Our judgments, so wise and just, History taking our side, Show Your image is strongest in us. Disasters occurring far off; Hardships that on others fall; Sins in which others are snared: These confirm You love us most of all. We give Thee thanks, O Lord! We give Thee thanks, O Lord! Now and forevermore, Amen.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 months ago in Poets
A Heart Beats for Me Inside a Brick Wall
A Heart Beats for Me Inside a Brick Wall Stone upon stone they carefully laid, Each weathered block another barricade. Some were built from whispered lies, Others born from tear-filled eyes. A few were placed by hands unknown, Leaving a fragile heart alone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
