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I Am the Moon

I am the moon
shining the light of the sun
into a dark world

Some nights
I shine exquisitely bright

Tonight I wane
keeping the light to myself
I need it all to survive
for now

But fear not
I shall wax again


For yesterday’s Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub, Grace is calling for poems about the moon personified. This is what I came up with.


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Blooming Season


I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend Mother’s Day than walking with my son among 600 or more varieties of iris, along with the many “companion” plants—oriental poppies, fringe trees, lupine, and more. The weather is perfect. The sun comes out enough to keep us warm, but then slips behind a cloud for respite from its rays just as it’s feeling a little too warm with a sweater on.  Who knew there were so many different iris? Two-toned purple Poets Rhyme, burnt orange Drinks at Sunset, gold and pale yellow King of the Road, and vivid yellow with brown beard What It’s Worth (according to the sign, $40—yeah, I don’t think so).

Then there are the darker hues, purples verging on black, that catch my son’s eye because of their names. “These are some pretty edgy names for flowers,” he says, taking a picture of Hello Darkness (my apologies if you are now singing Sound of Silence in your head), Before the Storm, Banshee, and Old Black Magic, to name a few. Finally he decides he’s taken enough pictures.

We continue to wander up and down rows of iris while my husband takes a rest on an orange bench in the shade. The color combinations are simply stunning—I want them all in my own garden but I’ll later have to settle for just two. Then I happen upon what my son decides is the best iris name ever—”It’s as if the iris took my challenge to come up with the edgiest possible name,” he says—and there before me is Pretty Edgy. He snaps his final picture. The day’s perfection is complete.

Iris, iris bloom
Ev’rywhere the eye can see
Divine artistry


This is posted for Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub today where Bjorn is asking us to write about walking.


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My Dear Son

Twenty-one years ago today
You came into our lives
You brought love for each day
By tens and twenties and fives

For you I’m writing a rhyming verse
Because that is the good kind
Though I know you’re not averse
To stories intertwined

I am so proud of who you are
The man who you’ve become
Your taste in music is a bit bizarre
Your humor will help overcome

Your compassion and generosity
Are traits I much admire
How you love your silly kitty
Is something to inspire

I could go on and on, you know
Because you are my dear son
On you blessings may God bestow
Until your many days are done


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My Son Shine – Reduction

Son Shine

His smile
a thousand rays of sunshine

His laugh
a hundred birds singing

His dancing
a silly smile and laugh

His curiosity
a hundred cats

His temper
a howling hurricane

Sweet, silly, stubborn, bold
is he

The Meeting the Bar prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today offered choices. My initial thought was that the Oulipo option was perfect for the Terza Rima / Hebrew Acrostic I’m working on because I enjoy working with forms and combining them. And I may finish that in time to post to Mr. Linky for this prompt, but I may not. So I decided to take one of my older poems and respond to the Reduction option. The original poem titled “My Son Shine” is here if you want to compare.


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Where My Love Comes From

I’ve been listening to Third Day’s new album Miracle for a while now. I have to confess that I don’t like this album as much as Move or Revelation, but a number of the songs have really started to grow on me.

One song that I am really starting to love is Your Love Is Like a River.

This life can be hard and we suffer hurt and darkness from every side. We are hard pressed to remain standing through it all. We need love, light, and stability just to survive. God’s love is like a river that never stops flowing if we let it. His love is like a fire that keeps the darkness at bay. His love is like a rock that is a firm and stable foundation for every day.

“My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:2 (NIV).

What this world needs is God’s love and they will know that love if we, His people, let that love flow from our hearts. We must always remember that He is the source of our love. This song reminds me where my love comes from.

Another thing I love about this song is the underlying message of the Trinity — Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. The river is like the Father ever flowing throughout eternity; the fire is like the Holy Spirit who lights our way; and the rock is like the Son who provides a firm foundation for our faith.


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Delight, Grace, Balance – A Poem

In my office I have a deck of angel cards with various words on them. I always keep three face-up next to my computer monitor, for the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. I’ve had the same three cards next to my desk for a while, so yesterday I decided to draw three new ones. I returned the three cards to the deck, shuffled the deck, and pulled three new cards.

Only they weren’t new. They were the same three cards I had just returned to the deck: Delight, Grace, and Balance. It kind of reminded me of a time in the Bible when the apostles cast lots to determine God’s will. See
Acts 1:12-26.

I decided perhaps there was a poem to be written with these three words, being thankful for such inspiration.

Delight, Grace, Balance

I Delight in the majesty of the Father
though I cannot fully comprehend

I accept abundant Grace from the Son
that I believe does not have an end

I find Balance through the Holy Spirit
on whose wisdom I will depend


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Seventeen Years – A Haiku

Today is my son’s 17th birthday, so I decided to write a haiku for him because haiku’s have 17 syllables. Then after writing the first one, I decided to write a second about our birthday plans for the day.

Seventeen Years

For seventeen years
you have made me laugh and smile
what a sweet blessing

* * * * *

Omega Gamer

Today is your day
for Ground Kontrol fun and games
retro videos


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My Son – A Poem

Children are a wonderful gift from God. I only have one son, but I am very thankful for having him in my life. I am also thankful that God has made him a kind, compassionate, creative, and funny young man. I’ve always said that no one has ever made me laugh and smile as much as my son.

My son is a teenager now, but he still likes to spend time with his dad and me. We talk about all sorts of things, and share some favorite music, such as Jeremy Camp, Newsboys, Johnny Cash, and Skillet. He’s getting quite tall and reminds me of my dad, not only in how he looks but in how friendly he is with others. He’s just a great kid, and so I decided to write my Thankful Thursday poem about him today.

My Son

“Take my faith and make it real”
That was his prayer
You answered it

“Protect my son and make him humble”
That was my prayer
You answered it

“Be kind and compassionate to one another”
That was Your prayer
You answered it in him

The first stanza of this poem is based on something that happened when my son was in the second or third grade. I was driving him to school and we were listening to Third Day’s Offerings CD. There is a “hidden track” on that CD that is the same track number as the last song and comes after about a minute or two of silence. It’s called “Don’t Let Me Go.” The first verse is:

Take my heart and help me feel
Take my faith and make it real
Take my eyes and help me see
All the love surrounding me

When Mark Lee sang “Take my faith and make it real” my son said, “That’s what I want.” I really believe God heard that childlike prayer and has truly granted it.

The second stanza is always my prayer for my son. He’s 16, and does have a bit of that teenage “I know it all” attitude, but I trust that God will answer this prayer as well.

The prayer of the third stanza comes from Ephesians 4:32. I could tell a hundred stories of how kind and compassionate, how truly generous and thoughtful my son is. But I just want to share three. One time when he was in the third grade, my son took a gallon-sized ziplock bag of Pokemon toys to school for show and tell. We almost couldn’t get the bag zipped because he had so many. When I picked him up after school, he had less than half the Pokemon in the bag. I asked him what had happened and he said he had given away all of his doubles because some other kids didn’t have any.

Another time, when he was a bit older, we were getting ready for church. I asked him if he was going to bring an offering for Sunday school because it was the last day that they were collecting for the kids at our sister church in Haiti to go to school. He went into his room and came out with all the money he had saved up — $26 — and announced that he was going to put it all in the offering. I told him he didn’t have to give it all, but he said he wanted to.

The last story is from just last weekend at church. One of my friends shared her testimony of what our Wordstrong reading program for Lent had meant to her. It was a very touching testimony, and all the more special because, as she put it, she “would rather have pneumonia than be up here speaking.” My son watched from the sound booth where he was running the slides. After church, as we were walking out to the car he said, “I went and gave L a hug.” Can you imagine a 16-year-old kid giving a hug to his mom’s friend where anyone could see? That’s the kind of thing most teenagers would rather have pneumonia than do! But he knew she would be blessed by his hug, and so that’s what he did.

Children truly are a blessing from God and it is our responsibility as parents to teach them of God’s love, nurture their faith, pray for them, and thank God for the work He does in their hearts.

He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”  Matthew 18:2-4 (NIV)


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