In a hearty fire
the smell of hickory smoke
a boy and his dad.
In memory of Glen Duncan (1935-2007).
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Fireside Father
Tag: micro poetry
after the rain came
the sun, in the azure sky
turned brown into green
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Ecclesiastes 3:10a (NIV)
Twenty-two years ago, this summer, my life hit rock bottom. By God’s grace, I’m still here. Friend, if you’ve been there, you can make it too!
The glistening grass
a sassy wren sings along
with the breeze at dawn
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22-23 (NIV)
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Spring Surprise
warm wind from the south
quickly turns cold from the north
weathervane whiplash
“The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.“
John 3:8 (NIV)
on the cloudless plains
the merciless sun beats down
yet the flowers hope
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
Hebrews 11:1 (NKJV)
Everybody falls.
And, by God’s grace, we return
like flowers in spring.
The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of God endures forever.
Isaiah 40:8 (NIV)
past the ping-pong spring
the flowers come back alive
like Christ from the dead
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live.”
John 11:25 (NKJV)
the frosty oak limbs
catching the first morning sun
point to rays of hope
But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.
Isaiah 40:31a (NIV)
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Bloom Where You’re Planted
purple cone flower
in the most unlikely place
sidewalk survivor
Look how the wildflowers grow: they do not work or make clothes. But I tell you that not even King Solomon in all his wealth had clothes as beautiful as one of these flowers.
Matthew 6:28b
defoliated
winter shadows. still more snow.
dormant, not dead.
For you will go out with joy and be led forth with peace; The mountains and the hills will break into shouts of joy before you, And all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
Isaiah 55:12 (NASB)
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