Cobwebs on My Soul

Cobwebs On My Soul

As I clean here in this quiet house,

I pray to the Lord:

“Lord please knock the dust off of my heart.

help me to be passionate again,

to speak for the hurting souls

who cannot speak for themselves.

Clean the cobwebs off of my soul

and give me a purpose.”

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Day 14 NaHaiWriMo 2017

a wild rose

grafted to make it stronger

the way of Christ

Today’s prompt was “a way of” I changed “a” to “the” and wrote about the greatest love we will ever know. Christ hung on a cross for us. In doing that He made a way for us; now you don’t have to be Jewish to be a part of God’s family. Once you accept that Christ died for you then you become grafted into the family of God.

And if the people of Israel turn from their unbelief, they will be grafted in again, for God has the power to graft them back into the tree. You, by nature, were a branch cut from a wild olive tree. So if God was willing to do something contrary to nature by grafting you into his cultivated tree, he will be far more eager to graft the original branches back into the tree where they belong.  Romans 11:23-24 NLT

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Symanntha Renn

Day 6 NaHaiWriMo 2017

an open door
with no lock to shut it
God is my way maker

 

Today’s poem is a senryu, but it is all I could come up with. I kept thinking of verses out of the Bible. Today’s prompt was “a door” yesterday’s prompt was “beckoning.”

Do remember that haiku are usually not written in three sentence fragments, or one complete sentence. There is usually one fragment and a phrase in the other two lines. The fragment is separated by a kireji, or a cutting word. The word should be so strong that the reader takes a mental pause as they are reading your haiku. I am trying to accomplish this with my poetry this year in National Haiku Writing Month. 

If you would like to learn more, then go to my What is Haiku? page. Also, stop by the Facebook page where most of us poets meet to get a prompt and share our work.

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Symanntha Renn

dogwood

  Storytelling
the good news
told in the dogwood’s petals
Jesus’ story
about how he bled for us
told over and over each spring

  1-15-17

I first shared this tanka on Twitter as I was inspired to write it by #WrittenRiver prompt 917 “for all eternity.”

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The legend of the dogwood tree comes from a poem, author unknown, about the relationship between the tree and the cross on which Jesus was crucified:

In Jesus’ time, the dogwood grew
To a stately size and a lovely hue.
‘Twas strong and firm, its branches interwoven.
For the cross of Christ its timbers were chosen.
Seeing the distress at this use of their wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:
“Never again shall the dogwood grow
Large enough to be used so.
Slender and twisted, it shall be
With blossoms like the cross for all to see.
As blood stains the petals marked in brown,
The blossom’s center wears a thorny crown.
All who see it will remember Me
Crucified on a cross from the dogwood tree.
Cherished and protected, this tree shall be
A reminder to all of My agony.”

The dogwood is a genus of between thirty and sixty plants including shrubs, evergreens, and flowering trees. Dogwoods are most common in China, Japan, and the US, but can also be found in Eurasia, although not naturally. The wood is very hard, but, as the poem suggests, trees large enough to provide lumber for a cross are rare.

To see where I found this information click here.

Incompetent Haiku

call him early
or call me incompetent
we were in God’s hands

 

I have been reluctant to share this one because I am not sure what to write with it. I guess since I believe 3 line poems are powerful enough to stand on their own, you don’t need an explanation. I will say that my baby boy was born at 37 weeks, and was just days past being “premature.” Statistics say this is why he is slightly asthmatic.

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In a time of Distress

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This is a psalm written by me.

In a Time of a Distress

Writing to keep the demons away,

writing to keep my fears at bay.

How silly it looks written down,

why am I wearing this frown?

Worry paves a path across my forehead.

My mind fills with dread.

Pacing in the kitchen I pray:

“Healthy and happy, let us all stay.”

So many things to wash, no time to sit still.

To forget about this I do not have the will.

So I pick up The Good Book for comfort

where He talks about all kinds of hurt.

God is there in Heaven above

with mercy He sends down His great love.

A sigh of relief slips past my lips.

I have found some good coping tips.

He will not give us more than we can carry,

but tonight the future is scary.

One day there will be no more tears

with this I silence my fears.

Sitting here I pray for the easy path,

praying to escape the wrath

of whatever demon lies beyond my door.

The battle will make me love God more.

Give me a sword God, give me a shield,

help me to make it across this field.

 

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Haiku in the Garden

bright red flowers,red bloom,red blooms,

hellfire red blooms
narrow leaves of Lucifer
Sunday in the garden

 

I love my lucifer flowers. My flowerbed/garden is too sunny for bleeding hearts, so this is as close as I can get. Do you have flowers in your garden that are a substitute for something else?

This Girl is Gonna

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Dancing on the Devil’s Head
I’ve prayed long enuff
Now Ima gonna write a 
Sermon to the devil
This girl is gonna
Dance on the devil’s head
I feel the Holy Ghost risin’
The Spirit is fillin’ the room
No need to pout and doubt
I’ll just dance and sing
I feel the Spirit risin’
I dare him to shut me down
I’m going to dance ’til
The demons give up and flee
Walls will fall and men faint
But I will march on
I’ve prayed long enuff
It’s time to get off of my knees
And pick up a battle axe

  July 18,2015
 
 
A heartsoup prompt helped me grow this poem from 5 lines to what it is now.

A Moment Away

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  A Moment Away

Rewarding us in secret, our Father gives us back,
what the enemy took through attack.
The heat and rain took it away.
Weight of oppression made our backs sway.
Pests ate away what didn’t rot.
Relief we vainly sought.
But suffering is sometimes a disguise,
for we will be eternally in paradise.
No rain will be there, or wind or snow,
but perfectly the fruit will grow.
So there is no need to sorrow over today,
for eternity is but a moment away.

©Symanntha Renn

Inspired by 2 Corinthians 4:17 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory,

Day 28

different styles
for different Sundays
winter birdsong

Please stop by the Facebook page where most of us poets meet to get a prompt and share our work. It would be nice of you to go to that page and click Like on people’s posts to encourage them in their writing.

Yesterday’s prompt was “zydeco” which is a musical instrument. My haiku was inspired by the change of an old song’s tempo at church yesterday.

Sorry it’s late! This weekend was fun, and then this Monday was the opposite of fun!

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Day 7 #NaHaWriMo

full glory of the sun

at the top of the cross

Jesus’ zenith

 
 
If you are unsure of the rules/definition/form of haiku then please go to my What is Haiku? page. Feel free to direct any friends there who may be unsure of what is happening in the poetry community this month. Today’s prompt is “zenith” which is the highest point reached by a celestial or other object.
 
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NaHaiWriMo Day 3 My Poem

call me a zealot
the flower does not bloom
unless it worships the sun

Today’s prompt was “zeal” or “zealot”.

Feel free to share your poem in my comments section below!

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