“There is no royal flower-strewn path to success. And if there is, I have not found it for if I have accomplished anything in life it is because I have been willing to workhard.”
~ Sarah Breedlove Walker
If you reason with an arrogant cynic, you’ll get slapped in the face;
confront bad behavior and get a kick in the shins.
So don’t waste your time on a scoffer;
all you’ll get for your pains is abuse.
But if you correct those who care about life,
that’s different—they’ll love you for it!
Save your breath for the wise—they’ll be wiser for it;
tell good people what you know—they’ll profit from it.
Skilled living gets its start in the Fear-of-God,
insight into life from knowing a Holy God.
It’s through me, Lady Wisdom, that your life deepens,
and the years of your life ripen.
Live wisely and wisdom will permeate your life;
mock life and life will mock you.
Proverbs 9: 7-10
It was what I prayed for yesterday,
to color my day, to guide my way.
You led me, mouth cloaked in your hand,
step by step, in your plans.
I heard your voice proceed from places
in my home, in friendly spaces.
You cupped my ears, led me still,
my eyes on you, my heart to fill.
The sound of children filled my soul
Their grievances echoed, past my goal
The smell of pain, Your own now rose
paled all others, new paths showed.
We touched the pencils, crayons, pens,
poured ourselves through a different lens.
Creatively letting go of all,
Laughing, sharing, discerning scrawl.
The taste of cookies, filled and sweet
made our time with you complete.
Though your name was merely hinted
Wisdom crossed the pages printed.
All together, Spirit led,
All together, we were fed.
Thank you Lord for times like these,
When wisdom writes, pain is eased.
Hi folks, the Lord is truly a master at helping me to see those things that I need to truly let go At my poetry workshop yesterday, the kids were sharing their
hearts, hurts, laughter, frustrations in a safe environment, and in a place where they felt free to think, feel, express. And when they began to complain
about last year’s hurts, I heard the echo of my own.
Today, asking for wisdom and thanking God for dispensing it, it an excellent goal for me. I can feel this growth spurt surging, challenging all that I know.
This bit of doggerel that echos all the senses one is called upon when writing good poetry, is just a way to give some credit to my young poets, who may be unaware of just what it is they are helping to heal. I hope that they, too, are healing.
Because of Him,