God Loves To Give

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Exquisite, lavish designs make it great:
Visually satisfying beauties flow
Everywhere eye can see. God will create
Rich layers of colors and textures so
You needn’t look far to find a treasure
To delight the eyes, the ears, and the hands.
Here God displays His art for our pleasure:
It’s here He delights the works of His hands,
Now giving us hints of Heaven in the
Good gifts He surrounds us with here below:
Gifts to bring every gladness and joy we
Otherwise could not yet begin to know.
Open your eyes to see the pains God takes,
Delighting to bless the people He makes.

by GwennonR
May 15, 2017

We have had some unusually beautiful sunrises, sunsets, and cloudscapes lately. And again I remember my friend Marie’s words that God customizes each landscape for the individual who will see it. Now that’s the ultimate in art and generosity, don’t you think?

Prelude to Heaven

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My heart can’t dwell in sorrows when they play
Uplifting melodies infused with joy.
Such beauty as they make their lives’ employ
Is perfect for sending dark thoughts away
Completely, never to be heard from: Tune
Bedraggled hearts to the frequency of
Yet another heavenly breath of love
To ease with God’s healing and gently soothe
Heaviness away. What a great blessing
Expressing the joy God always yearns to
Pour over His creation and subdue
Impatient disturbances here messing
Around to bring His children down. Not now!
No!! His plan is to give us every sweet
Overriding joy. So, our LORD will beat
Gloom at its own game with resounding
Unending reminders from Heaven above,
Yep, woo us with beauty that’s astounding,
Sending new creative notes of His love.

by GwennonR
May 3, 2017

This poem came joyfully dancing onto my iPhone on the tail end of my hearing “The Piano Guys” five piano player rendition of “What Makes You Beautiful”. I wanted the acrostic for a sonnet, but it was too long, and by the time the word “villanelle” crossed my mind, it was too late. So, my joyful, willful poem is a bit irregular, which I expect readers to forgive, because as every writer knows, trying to make a poem behave is sometimes a dangerous and tricky business.

Oatmeal Face Mask Powder

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Oatmeal Face Mask Powder

Great health and beauty hide within
This jar of powdered oats you hold.
I hope results will make you grin,
Renewing faces young and old.

To make sure all your stuff here counts,
You’re using only small amounts:
One quarter-teaspoon, more or less,
To add to facial happiness.

FOR ACNE: add some cinnamon,
Raw honey and fresh citrus juice
To a quarter teaspoon powdered oats,
And mix enough for just one use.

FOR WRINKLES: mix up equal parts
Of dry oats, egg white, lemon juice.
Don’t talk or smile as healing starts.
Your skin will tighten with each use.

Experiment, and caution heed:
YOUR SKIN WILL TELL YOU WHAT IT NEEDS.
So, banish problems right away
With oatmeal masks you start today.

by GwennonR
December 31, 2016

Facial Recipes

For acne: combine a small amount of powdered oatmeal with a tiny amount of raw honey, a few drops of fresh citrus juice, and perhaps some cinnamon powder.

For wrinkles: combine somewhat equal portions (one quarter teaspoon each) of powdered oatmeal, fresh-squeezed lemon or lime juice, and egg white. Apply to face and leave for 15-20 minutes.

Wanted

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Heart
necklace
ocean blue
surrounded by
little white sparkles
reflecting small
joyful lights
flashing
bright
shining
shimmering
mesmerizing
illuminating
all that is good
in jewels
and skilled
work
waking
remembrance
of tragic loss:
sinking souls aboard
the Titanic
that dark night
long years
past.

by Gwennon
June 5, 2013

Personally

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I wasn’t planning to post today. But then I read something. And then I pondered something. Before being interrupted by this poem. I hope you will like it.

 

Personally

He takes it personally how we treat them:
How we treat the ones He made,
How we interact with those
In whom His glory is displayed.
Do we share the love of Jesus
With the people that we meet?
Do we even stop to see them
As we pass them on the street?
He has called us to reflect Him
And to treat them with His love:
Treat them kindly, treat them gently,
And so point their hearts above.
He will tell us how we did here:
How we loved these “least of these”—
Whether what we did for others
Served to disappoint or please.
Someday He will tell us plainly
When we see Him face to face
Right before He has released us
To get glory or disgrace.

by GwennonR
March 18, 2017

See Matthew 25 for more information.

A Canine Manifesto

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What’s yours is mine, but I will share.
You didn’t know? Well, don’t despair!
I’ll join your pack: I’m here to help:
I’m here to lend an ear or yelp.
I’m here to bark when dangers loom.
I’ll bring my joy into your gloom.
With me with you and you with me,
We’ll write a joyful history.
My presence here is such good news
Since I’m the best pet you could choose!
I’ll love you as if you were God.
When you do good, I will applaud.
When you do bad, I’ll hide your shame;
At times I might just take the blame.
Your news I’ll never stoop to tell,
For dogs keep secrets very well.
Delighted to share life with you,
I love you, and you love me, too!
I’ll love your friends and fight your foes.
I’ll let you kiss me on the nose.
I don’t like messes, I confide:
I’d rather make my mess outside;
But if inside with you I’m trapped
By awful weather, I’ll adapt.
I’ll do all this for love and food,
And serve with cheerful attitude.
I’ve only one condition here,
Which I must whisper in your ear:
My secret that I must declare?
What’s yours is mine, but I will share.

by GwennonR
March 12, 2017

Quick Question

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The thing that I would like to know
Is, “WHERE are the feral cats?”
Our mice are running rampant, so
WE NEED THOSE FERAL CATS!!
Their hate songs I would love to hear:
I’d listen with envigored cheer—
Great work abounds for them right here;
Lord, please send us feral cats!
Our allergies will not allow
Adopting any cats in house,
But we need sharpened-claw-help now
Evicting the pesky mouse.
So, once again I’d like to ask,
Lord, WHERE are the feral cats?

by GwennonR
March 11, 2017

Maybe Later

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I will not kiss you on the lips:
Your lips have gone where I won’t go.
Your smile is very sweet and kind,
But germs I’m likely there to find
Since you’ve been cleaning your behind—
I’d love to kiss. BUT I’M NOT BLIND.
You need to find a cleaner thing
To which your tongue and lips may cling.
For kisses, you must bide your time:
I don’t kiss lips encased in grime.
Perhaps I might a kiss bequeath
If you would let me brush your teeth,
Soap down your tongue, and wash your face.
But kissing now? ‘Twould be disgrace!
For now, Dear Dog, you ought to know
I will not kiss you on the lips.

by GwennonR
March 10, 2017

for “Roosevelt”
the occasionally kissed German shepherd

Turn Around

My heart can do no more than sigh:
My problems stack up to the sky.
They fill my mind with fearful dread
So I can scarcely leave my bed.
But maybe I have failed to see
The blessings God has given me.
No stinky skunks perfume the air.
My mirror shows I still have hair.
The bugs and snakes remain outside.
No grizzly bears have come inside.
The trash I set outside is gone.
My faucets still turn water on.
The fridge contains some tasty food
To build good health – and boost my mood.
No airplanes fell to crush my home.
My dog makes sure I’m not alone.
I’m hearing music that I love
With scores of love notes from above.
I guess I should not be distraught:
I’m doing better than I thought.

by GwennonR
March 8, 2017