When I wrote this I wasn't sure what Stephanie's poem for today is, but I try not to write on Sunday unless there's an ox in the mire somewhere. There being no extant male cattle, I'm doing this one on Saturday and using Saturday's poem form.
I apologize
For not believing in him
He came through like wind
He blew me away
With his largess and kindness
It was un-looked-for
Perhaps chivalry
Isn't gasping its last gasp
Now I should step up
©2021 by H. Linn Murphy
Palo verde blooms
Pepper the ground in sunshine
And sneezy pollen
©2021 by H. Linn Murphy
If you want to know what an Acrostic poem is go here. Okay, here is Sunday's Acrostic poem:
Christ came to calm our troubled hearts and call us home with Him.
He took upon Himself the mistakes and pains and disappointments of all the earth.
Raised from the dead to walk and talk with those who loved Him, then to other places to bless the people.
Intense pain caused blood to eke from every pore. Pain for our pain. Payment for things for which we are not proud.
Still He paid the price, even for those who doubt his very life. Even for those who care nothing for His sacrifice--who think their own way will be less rocky.
Then He rose, not simply to rest upon a throne, but to continue His work of salvation--of untangling the hopelessly tangled lines of our lives.
©2021 by H. Linn Murphy
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