Sunday, November 10, 2024

obeyed

In the early morning
Rains
Refreshment found
In watching 
The grass grow
Sipping coffee
In silence 
As I wait
For your words
To lift my soul
Resting 
And realizing
Not every day
Will be great
But with breath
I start again
To be worthy
Of the call
I’ve been given
The call 
I pled 
Not to have
Is the one
I now 
Live out
Please don’t 
Tell Him
What is 
Not desired
That is 
What you
Will be
Asked 
To fulfill
My life
Of service
Starts
With a whisper
That becomes
The undeniable roar
Until obeyed

18 comments:

  1. No saber esperar está a virtude.
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    Um domingo feliz … em paz e amor.
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    “” TALVEZ UM DIA ““
    .

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  2. Peace and love during these times, Rue. Thanks for your lovely comment on my post.

    Harvee https://bookdilettante.blogspot.com/

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  3. Beautiful Regine as always!
    Have a nice Sunday my friend!

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  4. Not every day can be great, but hopefully this one will be for you. Happy Sunday, Regine. :D

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  5. such a pretty poem, i enjoyed it!! it also reminded me how much we need rain. it has been 39 days since we have had any rain in new jersey!!

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  6. Pretty poem! You have a way with words.
    Take care, enjoy your day and have a great week ahead.

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  7. Muito lindo! beijos, tudo de bom,chica

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  8. Your words are beautifully arranged to speak through your heart. Blessings, Regine.

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  9. The whisper becomes a roar . . . Love this imagery, Regine!

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  10. Happy Sunday, Regine. As usual, beautiful words!

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