Tag: Poem

Drawn In

I’m drawn like cobalt to a magnet, My paucity seeking Your infinite grace. You don’t need me; Yet– You draw me in because You love me. Iron shavings scattered on the floor come together in Your magnetic presence. So I take shape in You. ____________________________________________________________________________...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #42

We’ve made it to week #42. Only 10 more weeks of paint chip prompts after this. I’ve loved these weekly prompts and getting to read all the wonderful poems that are inspired by my posts. I’m already noodling on what to do for weekly poetry...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #40

It has arrived. The day when there are no new prompts in my Paint Chip deck. There are still unused paint chips, but no prompt cards. But have no fear. My dear cousin Ron already provided us with a suggestion for this week’s prompt and...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #39

It’s week 39 and once again I’m scrambling late on Thursday night to get this prompt scheduled to go live by 7 a.m. on Friday. It is also another one of those off weeks where I throw in some angel card words. Plus, this week...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #38

Here we are at week #38. I had grand plans for this year of prompts. Does it feel like maybe the paint chips have lived up to the hype? I know I’ve read some awesome poems that wouldn’t have been without the inspiration of these...

My Light and Momentary Troubles

Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 2 Corinthians 4:16-17 (NIV). The poem below was first published...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #36

Another week flew by where I was so busy I didn’t get this prompt written until after 9:00 p.m. on Thursday. But I guess that’s better than 3:30 in the afternoon on Friday. I did, however, submit my memoir book proposal to a small publisher...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #34

How a person can simultaneously be thrilled that it’s finally Friday, and completely forget that it’s Friday and therefor a poetry prompt should be posted, I do not know. But that is exactly my week. It’s 3:14 in the afternoon and suddenly it dawned on...