Ripening now upon our stem
What have we now to say?
Offering of our best each day
Our heart, our words
And what we do
Giving freely
Placing all first before God
Trusting Him who does supply
Charlotte-Anne Allen
First Fruits
Poetry
MELT
As heat rises
Bring release
Melt away harsh words
Grant peace
Shall we stomp
And shout and fume?
Speak of war
And death and doom?
Melt us, change us
Bring solutions
Sun to warm
Now calm emotions
Shall we claim
Our common stock?
Flowing together
From mighty Rock
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Fruitful Harvest
Possibilities and hopes
Looking forward
For what may be
Though yet unknown
Time to grow
With soil and sun
Roots now seeking
Nourishment and place
Stretching can be so disquieting
Challenges to thought
Fragile buds bathed
… in grace
God’s light shine
Upon our face
Sweet rich soil
We embrace
To till and tend
To weed and water
For fruitful harvest
By His hands
Charlotte-Anne Allen
Cool
Refreshing
Mist upon my face
Soft wind sighing
Chasing away day’s heat
Ice cream
Sliding down my throat
Cool water
Splashes upon warm skin
Bare feet
On a chilly morn
Soft pillow
Beneath my head
Cool hand
Soothing weepy child
Breath of fresh air
In early morning light
Bring with these
Cool’s restful thoughts
Life and love
God’s gentle presence
Charlotte-Anne Allen
EYES
Eyes to see
Yonder stars shining
Even when clouds gather
So, turning my head to heavens above
Every day, now fill me
Yes, with lifted arms to God
Each brings a promise of hope
Sing, sweet Light, and fill our souls
Charlotte-Anne Allen
Cloud Speak
Portents of things to come
Stormy sky and pouring rain
Fair weather cotton balls
Gray blanket for a drizzly day
Look about and heed
What do we form for all to see
Sailing high above in swift retreat
Or gusting words to rush about
What times for lifting energizing
Beauty flashing midst struggles deep
Washing sometimes roaring
In our own smallness soaring
Do we speak of fairer days
Quietly linger softly calming
Breath in deeply sweet aroma
Welcome refreshment steady supply
Flying floating freely
Sunlight glinting over all
Rest ‘neath such as welcome
With One much greater above all
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Shush
“shh, shh”
Quiet waves sigh
A gentle reminder
To pause as time goes by
As a mom
Sooths and sways
Gently whispers
Her child she softly lays
Come evening time
Or morning’s glow
Peaceful resting
Let thoughts go
Embrace it now
A time for hush
Release and calm
“shh, shh” … Shush
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Coming In
When up and about
Mind’s on things old and new
What you like. What you need.
Seems you have much to do.
As a bee searching, gathering
Zipping here and there
Returning with what’s needed
Bringing home to share
Some with satisfaction
Others pondering with concern
As day’s time progresses
It’s for home we yearn
Coming in to draw a breath
Coming in to find some rest
Thankful prayers for a place
… As a bird to its welcome nest
Something about that moment
When we finally enter in
Come and find a welcome
No matter where we’ve been
Charlotte-Anne Allen
What Words!
Some curious words
From childhood days
May have some wondering
About those past ways!
Say piffle to such nonsense
When you hear a doozy of a tale
A great hullabaloo of a commotion
Arises when bamboozled… I’ve been tricked!
We skedaddle and leave quickly
When faced with hogwash nonsense!
Don’t lollygag or waste any time
Listening to gobbledygook and meaningless talk
Take care not to get turned back widdershins
Things sometimes do go cattywampus
Good words to take note of
They’re just the right fit
For frustrating or interesting moments
… Perfect for interjecting a bit of wit!
Charlotte-Anne Allen
What Flights!
What flights
of imagination
do we take?
Stretching outward
Beyond comprehension
Awestruck
Light shining into
a vast universe
dark and deep
Circling ripples upon water
Miniscule or infinitesimal
Vibrant and flowing
In wonder
we bow before
our Mighty Creator God
Charlotte-Anne Allen
The Still Small Voice 