Ode to my mosquito net

Ode to my mosquito net

metres of white, soft billows fold

bright against incoming dark

how many secrets do you hold

in your protective embrace

mosquitoes cannot penetrate

your life given up for me

you never rest or hesitate

to foil invasive attempts

what can I offer back to you

worthy of your sacrifice

night after night you remain true

hour by hour on guard you wait

no words of gratitude spoken

by the one you humbly serve

isn’t your cotton heart broken

by such total disregard

so now I’ll lift my voice in praise

to you, of you, for you friend

songs of thanksgiving I’ll raise

never will it be enough

for all you’ve done, will ever do

for me the vain receiver

allowed to sleep the long night through

while you, your dreams never come

if I were

if I were to ask you
what flows through your veins, ice or fire
if I were the gambling sort
I’d bet on both, and then inquire

if I were less certain
that your erratic heart sings, wild
unmarkable rhythms, spark this inner child

if I were bold
if I were free
I would cast off chains, set sail
invite you to my sea

if I were to venture 
being thought a fool, unguarded
words could take wing
to finish what I’ve started

if I were, yes, 
if I were, the sneaky smile, the wink
indeed,  I am
I think

horizons dreaming

My friends at tweetspeak poetry put forth a prompt, a challenge, and I bit

"Form It is a prompt that focuses on exploring our topic through form poetry. 

This time, we’re going to “form” horizons"

I chose the acrostic form, feeling it ran contrary to the horizon

 I was thinking of a cold climate phenomenon called sun dogs 

vertical rainbow lines formed in frozen skies

halfway across the world

outside the realm of normal

rising vertical

inspiring awe, breath caught

zipper up and down the sky

opportunity to change your point of view

never fear the sea change

singing something new is on the way

then I thought I'd dare another

double acrostic

horizons dreaming

hardened against the wind

open nature’s door

rising vertical line

inspired but without camera

zealous to form

opinions of the Creator, I

need to welcome in

secrets beyond sharing

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stretch - word for 2017

last morning of 2016

first cup of coffee

not thinking much

brain hazy

yet the word was clear

sharp, unmistakable

stretch

I trust as I listen

this word will unfold

for now

let the springing forth

settle in

Enlarge the place of your tent, 

and let the curtains of your habitations be stretched out; 

spare not; lengthen your cords and strengthen your stakes

  Isaiah 54:2 Amplified

sharing at Bonnie's

Soaking

the rains have come

hard, continuous

what this land has long 

needed, nourishing 

and reviving

weary souls 

tilt faces up

to drink

echoing sweet hallelujahs

I will give you rain in due season, 

and the land shall yield her increase 

and the trees of the field yield their fruit.

Leviticus 26:4 Amplified

 

out of the cave

Morning quiet time with My Lord 
as I ponder stepping into something new and bold...

Ask of Me and I will show you 

things which you have not yet seen.

It is again and always about My plans

not the schemes of man

If I send you will I not equip you?

If the battle is not yours, 

the work is not yours either, but Mine

and I intend My work to prosper

Your part, as always, little one, is surrender

Surrender to My hand, My shaping, My pruning

even to My choice to promote you

Elijah could not remain in the cave

when that season was over

I called him out

So too with you, My child

so too with you

Call to Me and I will answer you 

and show you great and mighty things, 

fenced in and hidden, which you do not know

(do not distinguish and recognize, 

have knowledge of and understand)

Jeremiah 33:3 Amplified

 

time slips

As time slips through our fingers

more quickly than sand

it often feels like madness

in attempts to grasp

what we are learning 

is not ours to hold. 

It is not without limit

days, even hours are numbered.

This then, is why we have returned

to the people and the work God has ordained for us

to not waste what is precious and fleeting

I remain willing

to be willing

a tool in His hand