Trust Omnipotence

Emily writes about talking with Jesus in today’s poem.

 

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‘Unto Me?” I do not know you -

Where may be your House?

“I am Jesus – Late of Judea -

Now – of Paradise” -

Wagons – have you – to convey me?

This is far from Thence -

“Arms of Mine – sufficient Phaeton -

Trust Omnipotence” -

I am spotted – “I am Pardon” -

I am small – “The Least

Is esteemed in Heaven the Chiefest -

Occupy my House” -

My Best Ideas

yellow leaves, fall leaves, leaves on road

My Best Ideas

Why do my best ideas

come when I am in the shower,

and disappear with the steam

as I set foot onto carpet?

Why do they rarely come

when pen is in hand?

They float past my face

and twirl away like an autumn leaf.

I run my fingers

across the notebook paper,

but inspiration doesn’t come.

It comes while I am:

mowing the yard and can’t stop,

while I am driving somewhere

or when I am at someone’s home,

and writing would be rude.

Why don’t the ideas stay

in my hands and fingers?

Why do they slip away

like a doe across a field?

 

 

I carry a pen and some sort of paper with me wherever I go. And if I don’t have that, then I take my cell phone so I can write my poem in a text and save it to drafts. I have also texted my brother and my husband so I will have a copy of whatever poem I just wrote in my head.

What do you do to keep your ideas from slipping away?

Softly Searching

This Wednesday Emily writes about softly searching for something.

 

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A loss of something ever felt I -

The first that I could recollect

Bereft I was – of what I knew not

Too young that any should suspect

 

A Mourner walked among the children

I notwithstanding went about

As one becoming a Dominion

Itself the only Prince cast out -

 

Elder Today, a session wiser

And fainter, too, as Wiseness is -

I find myself still softly searching

For my Delinquent Palaces -

 

And a Suspicion, like a Finger

Touches my Forehead now and then

That I am looking oppositely

For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven -

Partying for a reason.

our group of women
party to raise awareness
battery fights battery

women's missionary union cake
 
I belong to a Women on Mission group (a group under the purview of WMU). We held a WorldCrafts party last year to bring awareness to human trafficking, or the fact that there are sex slaves here in the USA today. It doesn’t just happen in Asia, there are women who are forced to be prostitutes here in our cities in America. Kansas City is a major hub for trading the girls, and Oklahoma City is where a lot of kids/women are kidnapped from. Miami and other coastal cities are also major hubs for bringing in girls from other countries.
 
WorldCraft table, party for a reason

Our party was a Set1Free party and we held it at our church. We showed the women that attended a video of the women who make the products then encouraged them to buy the products marked “Set1Free” so that women trying to get out of prostitution, and the women already rescued from the slave trade, could find employment. I would encourage you to click on the links in this post and consider hosting a party yourself. There are products made by several people who need help staying employed in 3rd World Countries, such as the HIV positive and those who are deaf. WorldCrafts also employees women who are not allowed to work for companies in their home country simply because they are women. Their husbands have died and they have children to feed but no one will hire them. WorldCrafts builds a shop and employees them. Buying products from WorldCrafts keeps the demand for their work up, and if the demand for the products increase, then they can hire more women.

I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 31

Symanntha Renn:

yellow flower
ignites a flame in my heart
I must speak up

Originally posted on Yay Words!:

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The concept is simple: Here’s a doodle. Now write a poem to accompany it!

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This also wraps up the third I Doodle, You ‘Ku. This year was a bit bumpy and appreciate everyone that stuck through it with me and jumped in toward the end. Would love to hear what people thought, especially thinking about how the doodles differed from the last two years. Did they make you write differently in any way? What were your favorites?

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I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 30

Symanntha Renn:

November
seeing a deer I think
of my father

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I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 29

Symanntha Renn:

OWL
for the white people
a symbol of wisdom
a symbol of death
for the Native Americans
collision of two cultures

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I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 28

Symanntha Renn:

fruit ninja
my son’s high score
Sunday afternoon

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Further than Riddle ride

A poem in which Emily explores death. She wrote several poems like this. Her thoughts on death are very interesting and beautiful.

 

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Under the Light, yet under,

Under the Grass and the Dirt

Under the Beetle’s Cellar

Under the Clover’s Root,

 

Further than Arm could stretch

Were it Giant long,

Further than Sunshine could

Were the Day Year long,

 

Over the Light, yet over,

Over the Arc of the Bird -

Over the Comet’s Chimney -

Over the Cubit’s Head,

 

Further than Guess can gallop

Further than Riddle ride -

Oh for a Disc to the Distance

Between Ourselves and the Dead!

 

The Anasazi and Other Mysteries

fall colors, fall foilage, red leaves

The Anasazi and Other Mysteries

“I have no friends,
but I have no scars.”
The old man said,
sitting in his office
the dust choking the light
glinting off of the bones
that were his life.
Men with great secrets
laid in pieces
around his office.
Those with working lips
did not give him praise
so why not work with men
whose lips could neither
praise nor condemn.
No warm handshakes
but no backbiting
from the men who
eat their neighbors.
Tried in the papers
tried by fire
together they would rise.

This was written while I was writing a paper over the Anasazi for school.
Have you ever had your school work inspire a poem?

I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 05

Symanntha Renn:

This is a “small stones” poem, which is a type of poetry that is similar to haiku.

the moon
my only company
because second hand smoke
cant reach
that far

Originally posted on Yay Words!:

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I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 06

Symanntha Renn:

At first this image gave me the feeling of spring, but the more I looked at it the more I thought of Fall.

flower faeries
prepare the meadow
for autumn’s arrival

Originally posted on Yay Words!:

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I Doodle, You ‘Ku 09 – 2014

Symanntha Renn:

She walks the graveyard
Looking for lost souls
There can’t be any stragglers
The devil doesn’t like that

Originally posted on Yay Words!:

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I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 12

Symanntha Renn:

I am reblogging the images that inspired my poems because some of my poems won’t make a whole lot of sense if you can’t see the image.

I hide in darkness
to escape the migraines,
but they find me,
blowing in through
the crack in the door.

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I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 13

Symanntha Renn:

There is always a proper way to do things. I would love to learn the tea ceremony.

I consider
myself a lady
but I do not
even know
how to pour tea

Originally posted on Yay Words!:

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I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 18

Symanntha Renn:

I am posting the rest of my responses to I Doodle, You ‘Ku (2014) today.

the wind blew away
my umbrella now what
will protect me from the rain

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