Sunday, July 22, 2018

"When strapped for hope..." a Wordle Poem

When—strapped for hope—
your Soul fails to see the words behind calligraphy
When things of worth
seem bound to fall through the cracks
When the Cup of Salvation
tastes like tap water
Give thanks to the Lord
Call upon His name
Cry out to Him
For in the infinite space
He will raise the sun for you
And the Night will smile, her dark hair tinged with red

Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

written for Wordle 361

Sunday, December 24, 2017

"Like shepherds of the bygone days..." (poem)

Nativity of Christ

Like shepherds of the bygone days
We heed the Angel from on high —
Our pastures left in disarray
As Bethlehem is drawing nigh

Like ancient Kings we scan the skies
Pack gold, and frankincense, and myrrh —
Unguarded our own kingdoms lie
As King of Kings descends on Earth

Like toddlers on our knees we fall
Inside the cave where in the calm
All sheep, all pastures, kingdoms all
The newborn child holds in his palm

Happy 4th Sunday of Advent, Merry Christmas Eve

Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

Image: Unidentified artist. Nativity of Christ, 15th century. Oil (and tempera?) with gold leaf on panel, Overall: 17 3/8 x 13 1/4 in. (44.1 x 33.7 cm). BF362. Public Domain.

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Let's Be Thankful for Those Things

"Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."

Philippians 4:8 King James Version (KJV)

Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)