Poetry Challenge?

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Are you up for a poetry challenge? Writing poetry is a good way to stretch those creative muscles–no matter what genre you write in. So, I’ve decided to write a poem every day for the next thirty days. I’m probably not going to share every poem with you, but here’s day one’s poem.


Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven, Lord.

Thank you, my child.

What would you have me do, Lord?

Look around, my child.

Yes, Lord. I see the beauty of your creation.

Look around once more, my child.

Don’t you see?

Don’t you see the hungry child?

Don’t you see the angry teen?

Don’t you see the lonely, the sick, and the hurting?

Don’t you see your neighbor in need?

Yes, Lord. But what can I do?

Love them as I love you.

Yes, Lord.

There’s my first attempt. I’d love for some of you to share your poetry with me. It doesn’t have to be serious or spiritual. It can be fun or downright silly. So…what have you got for me?

Poetry Class-Louisa May Alcott


But I thought Louisa May Alcott wrote Little Women? She did but she was also a poet. Who knew? I think you’ll agree that she led quite an interesting life as you read about her.


Louisa May Alcott was born on November 29, 1832 and is best known as the author of Little Women.  She also grew up among many of the well-known intellectuals of the day such as  Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nathanial Hawthorne and Henry David Thoreau. No wonder she became a writer!


Alcott was an abolitionist as well as a and remained unmarried throughout her life. In 1847, she and her family were part of the Underground Railroad when they housed a fugitive slave for a week.

When the Civil War broke out, she served as a nurse for six weeks in 1862.  She intended to serve three months as a nurse, but halfway through she contracted typhoid and became deathly ill, though she recovered.

Alcott suffered chronic health problems in her later years. She believed they were due to mercury poisoning that was part of her treatment of the typhoid fever.  However recent analysis suggests it may have been associated with an autoimmune disease. A portrait of Alcott shows a rash on her cheeks with is a characteristic of lupus. Alcott died of a stroke on March 6, 1888 at the age of 55.
As far as her poetry goes, I found a large quantity of them. Here are two examples.
A Little Bird Am I
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there:
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleases Thee!
“Naught have I else to do;
I sing the whole day long;
And He whom most I love to please
Doth listen to my song,
He caught and bound my wandering wing,
But still He bends to hear me sing.”
The Fairy Song
The tale is told, the song is sung,
And the Fairy feast is done.
The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers,
And sings to them, soft and low.
The early birds erelong will wake:
‘T is time for the Elves to go.
O’er the sleeping earth we silently pass,
Unseen by mortal eye,
And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float
Through the quiet moonlit sky;–
For the stars’ soft eyes alone may see,
And the flowers alone may know,
The feasts we hold, the tales we tell;
So’t is time for the Elves to go.
From bird, and blossom, and bee,
We learn the lessons they teach;
And seek, by kindly deeds, to win
A loving friend in each.
And though unseen on earth we dwell,
Sweet voices whisper low,
And gentle hearts most joyously greet
The Elves where’er they go.
When next we meet in the Fairy dell,
May the silver moon’s soft light
Shine then on faces gay as now,
And Elfin hearts as light.
Now spread each wing, for the eastern sky
With sunlight soon shall glow.
The morning star shall light us home:
Farewell! for the Elves must go.
I found her poetry to be sweet and easy to understand. Definitely enjoyed them What about you?
God Bless & Good Reading!

HOPE by Penny McGinnis Frost

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My guest writer today is Penny Frost McGinnis.  She writes contemporary romance as well as poetry. Read more about her writing at www.pennyfrostmcginnis.com Today, she shares a poem with us.  Thanks, Penny.



On days your blue skies
turn gray,
smiles fade,
and joy seems like a star flung
light years from earth…
reflect on hope~
I imagine hope as tiny rays of sunlight
that sneak through clouds
after a rainstorm.
The same magical rays that form a rainbow.
Perhaps you see it in the eyes of a child.
One who stumbles and balances
and stumbles again~
as he learns to put one foot in front of the other.
Or maybe you smell it
when you bury your nose in sweet honeysuckle.
I see hope in you, in your future,
in your dreams my friend.

© Penny Frost McGinnis


God Speaks To Me by Ralene Burke

Another week, another poem. This week’s poem is written by Ralene Burke. Born this side of a miracle, Ralene Burke grew up with a love for the supernatural side of God. Her passion spills over into her writing as she spins fast-paced tales of angels and demons, fantasy worlds, and the broader calling of every human being. A place where the light pierces the darkness…

The link to her website is: http://www.raleneburke.com
GOD SPEAKS TO ME by Ralene Burke
God speaks to me in sunrises
       Skies painted with crimson and gold.
        In the beauty of the morning,
        I reflect on stories of old.
God speaks to me on mountain tops
        As I wander the wooded trails.
        All around me life is changing
        But still I find His word prevails.
God speaks to me from the oceans
        As they empty into the sky.
        Under vast enormity–I’m lost.
        And yet He found me where I lie.
God speaks to me in dark of night
       Secrets ancient stars are holding.
       Passion growing deep within me
      God’s Holy Spirit unfolding.

April is National Poetry Month!

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I’ve been informed April is National Poetry Month!  Who knew there even was a National Poetry Month? Not me!  To celebrate, I’ll be sharing some poetry with you this month. The first selection is by Penny Frost. McGinnis  Penny loves poetry, especially haiku. These brief poems capture a moment in time, paint a picture. Writing them makes her pay attention and take note of the beautiful world God created.  Some of her favorites poets  are Robert Frost, Carl Sandburg, Emily Dickinson and Basho. Visit http://www.pennyfrostmcginnis.com/ to learn more about her and her writing journey.


SIGNS OF SPRING by Penny Frost McGinnis


signs of spring
daffodils, pansies, crocus—
real estate for sale

trillium unfurls
snow trickles into the creek—
God blows the kiss of spring

crocus spring up
gives brightness to earth—
hope to the heart

tiny blue eggs hatch—
in the corner
of the porch basket

by love—
red tulips

rain pours
grass grows—
mower rests