Sunday, August 21, 2016

Poetry Sunday ~ Seasons in the Sand

Matt. 19: 24 "And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God."

Seasons in the Sand

On wayward sand, I stretch my hand
as frothy water flows
on the solid Rock, I stand
relieved of passing woes.

The seasons of my mind are lit
with every wistful shower.
The Spirit’s here where I sit
to fill my every hour.

 Morning comes He breathes in me
the dawn of a new day.
He gives me sight so I can see
the path I went astray.

On wayward sand, I stretch my hand
granules in my clutch
I'm taken by the wavy band
the grains I dare not touch.

It's much easier for the camel
to pass through the needle's eye
Than you who’s merely mortal
to seek answers in the sky.

The seasons of my mind unfold
His Word for me to preach
As ribbons of the Truth be told
like footprints on the beach.


benning said...

Nice. But you live away from the sandy beach. Give us the woods and streams. :)


NurseArtist said...

Very nice, Joni! I love this one. How long does it take you to write a poem?

joni said...

Benning, this was written when I lived in Texas right around where that stream is in the pic.

Sometimes I can write a poem within hours from when the idea pops into my head and sometimes I leave it, to come back and finish it, taking the entire poem days to write.

Often before posting, I revise them after re-reading them. It's a tricky world of words poetry is. I love it. My first love of writing.