Song (Senryu)
Photo by Paul Bates (Pixabay)
You sang creation
into being. You “sang” me.
Lord, teach me my song.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Tag: Creation
August 2, 2020
October 24, 2019
HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 5 (2)
Photos by Marie Elena Good
Lovers and children
make paper hearts. God uses
all of creation.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
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October 22, 2019
HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 2
Conkles Hollow Rim Trail (200 feet above the floor). Photo by Keith R. Good
Some young couples hike
the rim trail with their babies.
I smile, while cringing.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
October 21, 2019
Hocking Hills Autumn 2019 Day 1
Back to our cabin,
where I found my heart waiting
on the front porch swing.
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July 31, 2019
MY LORD AND MY GOD
Photo by Keith R. Good
When I breathe my last
I will see You face to face,
and life will begin.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
May 5, 2019
MILKY WAY
In last night’s sky
I saw hundreds of stars
above me,
and I remembered
Michigan’s night sky,
when you and I stood
beneath not hundreds
but billions
or trillions
and I wished
I could take them home.
In last night’s sky
I saw hundreds of stars
above me.
Today, not even one.
Not even the sun.
But now?
Now, I know they are here –
billions
and trillions
and even the sun,
and even when I see
not even one.
And I see no need
to take them home,
for now I see
they are my home.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
April 23, 2019
Tranquility, To Me
FIRE
Fireplace captivates –
holds my eyes in place; my heart
releasing its race.
WATER
Night sky’s silent moon
presides over a serene
song of sluggish waves
WIND
Perched in autumn’s tree,
color floating around me
as my book leaves turn.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
February 24, 2019
ENDOWED, ALL
When I consider He who made all things,
In awe, I bow before this King of kings –
This One whose creativity’s arrayed,
And in whose image, we have all been made.
Creator, He, and so creators, we.
He gifted us with this ability.
So all creative ways point to our God.
Let us then recognize, give thanks, and laud.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
October 24, 2018
A Creator’s Palette (Sonnet to The Artist)
Reflections of autumn’s trees on Rose Lake in Ohio’s Hocking Hills region. Photo credit: Keith R. Good
Describing “yellow” leaves in fall, for me,
Does not at all depict their cheerful gleam
As sunlight spills as liquid through the trees,
And they themselves could light the day, it seems.
So also “orange” can’t describe the bliss
That autumn’s gorgeous vista just compels.
And though I can’t rename it, I know this:
Fall’s celebrated color casts its spells.
My favored autumn shades though are the reds:
From rosy blush to crimson, fire-and-iced.
They fairly flaunt and flame as they turn heads.
There’s no way common “red” would have sufficed.
How can we label paints and pens of God
That leave us reverential, praise-filled, awed ?
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 11: CRIMSON
September 21, 2018
NORTHWEST OHIO
I live among the oak, and pine.
The locust. The buckeye.
The sugar and silver maples.
Home is dappled sunlight.
In nearby fields, green corn and soy,
orange pumpkins, or golden wheat
contrast against intense-blue sky.
No wonder why the man I love
longs to return to farming the land,
missing the “big toys” he used to enjoy.
The open fields that call his name,
and leave space for breath and prayer.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
