Tiny Rustic Cabin

The writing prompt today from the NaPoWriMo blog was to write a sea shanty. Using the writing prompt is not required, but is offered as means of inspiration; needlesstosay I would have failed miserably at writing a sailor's song, but the prompt did bring to mind a poem I had started to write several years ago after vacationing solo at Cape Hatteras; a gift to myself for my 50th birthday. I no longer write rhyme poetry, so finishing it was more an atrocity than a challenge..but here it is...


A tiny rustic cabin, a few feet from the shore
Became my prized abode, a couple nights or more
I needed very little, no fancy place to stay
A prayer, a song, a memory; His love to greet my day

I heard the ocean roaring, the waves were raging high
I marveled how our God could know, just where to end the sky
I walked along the shoreline, felt the wind upon my face
Remembering His mercies, His forgiveness and His Grace.

I thought about the things I have, why did I need them so
When He provides my everything, comfort when I;m low
Salvation, joy and peace of mind, rejoicing in my heart
Eternal life, heavenly guests, His promise from the start.

I loved that tiny cabin, its walls that smelled of pine
A place where God softly spoke and offered these as mine
Abundant love sent from above, ever deep and ever wide
A Palace in the heavens, Jesus Christ my constant guide. 


donnaMae 4/3/13
day # 2 NaPoWriMo

Entwined

through whispering pines I hear His voice

feel His touch in gentle breeze

His sovereign love within me dwells

Saving Grace is all I breathe

The Lord of peace shines down on me

Love and Comfort softly warms

a gentle flow of mercy pours

safe in Him my life transforms

His promise of eternity

deeply pierced this heart of mine

firmly living the Written Truth

      heart and soul with Him entwined

 ©2010
donnaMae

The Dull of Day

In dull of day
the dark blue far-away ocean

appeared in a daydream;

her rock bound coast

with jagged boulders

kissed the slopes of low-lying hills

where pines and firs and cedars

clustered together

 a frolicking stream

tumbled down the mountainside

and I awoke wondering

who could not believe in God

if dreams such as this

occur

in the dull of day

Take Me Back

If you could take me back  to before
the scars of yesterday
I would dance with you
under starry skies 
and midnight moon
and offer you the whole of me
better than bits and pieces

your happiness and laughter
would echo through the night air
a thrill
for my lonely heart to hear
and there would be no pretending
or uncertainty
about our existence together

for our dance
arm in arm beneath the heavens
would be a testimony of love
to our God
before the years lived
beyond yesterdays scars  

original 2005

© donnamae 2005-2011

Brokenness

Insurmountable restlessness

visits again

draining the soul

more evidenced now

than in earlier days

consumed by the beckoning

of one heart's journey

stirring memories of days past
when delicate snow flakes
drifted through the pines
blanketing the soul
a safety from
harsh words and thoughts
that echoed through the cold night

praying for understanding

of these times

needing the comfort of a soft hand

the peaceful rhythm of one's heartbeat

yet now love seems so absent

silenced by awakenings of the night

can you explain why the shallow waters

of a mountain stream flow

as freely as the wind

or why the trails burst with

dancing fragrant flowers?

yet the heart so pure and gentle

full of tender love

is left crying

alone to suffer in brokenness

the flowers are not left to mourn

in the fields

they live and spread their beauty

across the hills, down the valley

alive throughout God's creation

one can now only pray

when reminded

of the choices

made without Him

original 2006

donnamae

A little bit of Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

...Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson

Love is Now

to love and be  loved so deeply  

that no
pain, no heartache 

of yesterday

could ever again mingle 

with the dark of night,

or torment the delight of new day

a pure inaudible pleasure of love 

waiting to dance on lonely lips 

 love never comes too late

Silence

In the heart of the woods
a gentle breeze 

 God's breath on angel wings

touches
brings comfort to the day's turmoil.
be still, fear not I hear Him say

kind words in the din and chaos
 His whispers of ceaseless love
 a soothing balm to wounded heart
My peace is yours He reminds

 Hands of strength and splendor
reach across limitless heavens
through  rage of thunderous sky
 calming hearts bathed in tears
I shall never leave you nor forsake you

  

confident hope rests in the Source

meek and gentle is His Way

there is peace

in the silence

In the heart
of the woods

copyright 2011 donnamae

Long Distance Love

I've heard it said

no one can love from a distance

yet here I am and there you are

my insides sting waiting to hear

you speak my name

then in an instant

my heart sings and leaps 

as the sound of your voice

tenderly whispers from afar

I love you

the sweet melody from your lips

fills the sky to let me know

love endures 

do you know I love YOU?

original 2005
©2005-2010
dsbutler

Listen

awakened in the quiet

and still of  night

faint words of hope,

 delicate as snowflakes

 drifting gentle to earth ,

whisper to my ear

tell my heart to listen

alive from sleep

I touch the new of morn

help me hear you  Lord

I pray  I would hear

Sept2004
©2004-2010
dsbutler

Where Love Lives On

there's you

there's me

there's Life 

and within the chaos of everyday

there's poetry.
 

words to 

intoxicate, invigorate,entice
the heart 

to awaken and love.

Light of The World

The veil drawn
darkness smothers the sun
one perfect flesh
suffers alone
in deathly silence
for man's seething mass of
corruption
torments of hell
for a lost world
uttered cries of woe
Eli Eli lama sabachthani
a ransom for all
redeemed by the
blood of Christ

still...

the veil torn
at Calvary
hangs opaque
in the hearts of many
laced in self
by threads woven
of earthly desires
broken communion
lost in darkness

arise
oh troubled soul
sing
with one voice

Jesus is the Light of the World