Praise Like a Psalm

The other morning, I read Psalm 148 at the beginning of my prayer time. As I began to pray, this poem of praise was inspired.

Praise the Lord!

Praise Him, red dirt road
iris beginning to bloom
Praise Him, purple bearded
iris with buds galore
Praise Him, bleeding hearts
for your beauty
Praise Him, lovely lavender
with scent so soothing
Praise the Lord, lilac blooms
your aroma wafting on the breeze
Praise Him, giant dogwood tree
filling the sky with pink blossoms
Praise Him, ancient rose bushes
lining the road with your elegance

Praise the Lord, bees and hummingbirds
for life-sustaining nectar
Praise Him, O butterfly
you have a second life

Praise Him, seedum succulents
carpeting the ground
Praise Him, bright azalea
with blooms never failing
Praise Him, lantana for
color-changing beauty
Praise Him, maple tree
praise Him, plum
Praise Him, mighty fir
still standing in the storm

Praise the Lord!

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My English Garden

Is it really a walk if the farthest you get is your own backyard? I say yes, yes it is. And a beautiful walk indeed when lavender and candytuft, bleeding hearts and lilac trees, are in bloom, iris are promising color soon.

Besides, my little dog doesn’t like to go out to the yard alone so we stroll together across the deck, down the stairs, and onto the patio. I step gingerly into the grass to check out the blooms around the grassy area. I survey each plot of dirt, plucking “little damn-its” wherever they have sprung up since my last trip around the yard. Then I make my way up the winding paver pathway to the other set of stairs, plucking the feverfew daisies popping up between the stones. I love their tiny white flowers, but since my pup is allergic, and I love him more, I pluck each sprout resulting from the many seeds I sowed last year.

I hear a scratch at the back door. My indoor-loving cutie is ready to go in. I saunter up the short stairs to where he stands, impatiently waiting for me to open the door. The walk is over.

A spring ramble through
my lovely English garden
delivers God’s peace


My Haibun for dVerse Poets Pub today. Head on over and see what other walks dVerse poets have taken us on today.

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Abide in His Light

This is my second poem inspired by a one-minute devotion from Charles H. Spurgeon’s Faith’s CheckbookMar 10–Walk in Light.

The Bible verse Spurgeon began with is John 12:46, “I am come a light into the world, that whosoever believeth on me should not abide in darkness.”

My favorite quote from this devotion is, “A cloud may sometimes hover over us, but we shall not abide in darkness if we believe in Jesus.”

The word contained in both quotes that resonated with me is abide, which means to remain, continue, stay, dwell, or reside. As I pondered what it means to remain or dwell in Jesus even as we reside in a world filled with darkness, I came up with this poem.

Abide in His Light 

I see a darkness abides
across the land
born of sin in a broken world
where innocence died
selfishness allowed to putrefy
into chaos

Though darkness will come
This He has warned us
Though darkness will come
Abide in the Light

Abide in the Light
to obliterate the darkness

It seems a darkness abides
deep in my soul
born of pain inflicted
innocence stolen
anger allowed to fester
into bitterness

There’s a darkness within me
This He has shown my wounded soul
There’s a darkness within me
I must abide in the Light

Abide in the Light
to extinguish the darkness within

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Gathering Treasure

Once upon a time
I gathered grievances like treasure
stored in my heart pain without measure
I held tight
to my rights

I learned in time
to gather forgiveness instead
like leftover pieces of miracle bread
when the 5,000 were fed

True treasure beyond measure


For the Quadrille Monday prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today, Lillian wants to gather our 44 words into a poem. And the lovely thing about a Quadrille is that it’s easy to find just the right 44 words to get it done.

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Nina, Tiny but Mighty

Between Good Friday and Easter of this year, a sweet young woman from my church, the daughter of a dear friend, went home to be with Jesus. She fought a week-long battle with complications from the flu that infected her heart. And yet her heart shines brightly even still.

Last week at a celebration of her life, hundreds of people packed the auditorium of her high school. It was literally standing room only, with close to 25 people in each of the entryways.

Nina loved and was loved. She loved because she knew that she was loved by Jesus. She would have loved how clearly the Gospel was preached in remembrance of her.

I wrote this poem for her parents, who said it was okay to post it here.


Nina, with her heart of gold
will be forever missed
Stories of her grace be told
her love will ever persist

Immanuel has called her home
before we were all through
Watching as this earth she roamed
her dreams to still come true

Never will she be forgot
her memory kept alive
All the music that she brought
will continue and thrive

Although she is no longer here
and tears our eyes now stain
We know the Lord holds her near
so we’ll see her once again

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My Divine Defense

My friend Rachel Lulich issued a challenge to write a poem a week based on one of the devotions included in Charles H. Spurgeon’s Faith’s CheckbookI’m always up for a good challenge, and the devotional was only 99 cents for Kindle, so I decided to give it a try.

My first poem is inspired by the April 7 entry entitled “Without Fear of Man.” My favorite line in this short, one-minute devotional is, “God will sooner empty heaven of angels than leave a saint without defense.” 

I decided to write it as a Pantoum because I liked the added challenge of fitting my poem to one of my favorite poetry forms. Here’s what I came up with.

My Divine Defense

I am a citizen of the Kingdom of God
He’ll never leave me without defense
My soul belongs where angels trod
The assurance He promises is no pretense

He’ll never leave me without defense
Naught man can do will I ever fear
The assurance He promises is no pretense
If I need, angel legions will appear

Naught man can do will I ever fear
Though my faith cause the ungodly hatred
If I need, angel legions will appear
My Precious Lord Jesus at their head

Though my faith cause the ungodly hatred
I pray I might turn many to believe
My Precious Lord Jesus at their head
His great truth to perceive

I pray I might turn many to believe
To be braver than lions for the right
His great truth to perceive
Marching forth in His might

To be braver than lions for the right
My soul belongs where angels trod
Marching forth in His might
I am a citizen of the Kingdom of God

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The Shepherd’s Door

The door the Shepherd opened
No one can ever close

The door to His tomb was sealed
How it was opened He knows

By it He made the only way
For us to be redeemed

Though the people thought He died
Things weren’t as they seemed

By His Sunday resurrection
Death He defeated

Now upon His eternal throne
He is rightly seated

He invites all to enter
The door He has opened

The curse once upon mankind
Is now forever broken

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