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M.L.
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Dec 14, 2021 12:22PM
I've set aside my usual novel writing and worked on writing one poem a day in December that focus on Jesus Christ. I'm going to share some of the better ones here. If anyone else would like to join me in this, that would be wonderful!
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God Hears In my closet and in my crises,
amidst my anguish,
beneath my burdens,
He hears me.
When I’m tottering under tasks
and my children clamor,
when the world is woefully loud,
He hears me.
There is no wilderness nor wound
that can keep Him from
hearing my plea.
Only my silence.
Speak.
God hears.
*Yoked*“Take my yoke upon you.”
I grunt under my burden.
“Why do you want me to take on more?
I can barely lift what I already have.”
“Come, take my yoke upon you.”
I glance at the load He carries—
the weight of the world.
My load is tiny, is nothing, compared,
but even it is too much.
“Come,” He beckons.
“I’m so busy right now.
Maybe tomorrow,
when I’m less tired.”
“Come.”
I come.
I slip into the harness of His yoke,
bracing for the weight to crush me.
Instead the burden that weighed every moment
lifts from my shoulders.
His hand squeezes mine,
and He nods for us to step forward together.
“My yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
- inspired by Matt 11:28-30 and Mosiah 24:14-15
Wow! I love it! Funny...I've been going through Poetry in school recently
*Shepherd Gifts* Wise men brought gifts:
gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
The shepherds brought gifts too:
Immediate obedience
to go and see.
Humble worship
to a baby lying in a manger.
Shared testimony
to all.
I don’t have gold, frankincense or myrrh to give.
But I can give gifts like the shepherds’.
—Inspired by Luke 2:15-17
*God of the Broken*The blind, begging by the wayside.
The leper, unclean and shunned.
The woman taken in adultery.
The social pariah publican.
All rejected.
Except by Him.
He hears the blind man’s pleas.
He touches the leper’s decaying flesh.
He lifts the woman to a new life.
He enters the publican’s home.
He loves each one.
Seeking and ministering,
One by one.
And one by one
the broken find
peace and healing.
—Inspired by 2 Nephi 26:27-28
✨ava✨ {Merry CHRISTmas} wrote: "Those are amazing!"Thank you!
You're so welcome! Poetry is really hard to do and you did it very well!
M.L. wrote: "*God of the Broken*
The blind, begging by the wayside.
The leper, unclean and shunned.
The woman taken in adultery.
The social pariah publican.
All rejected.
Except by Him.
He hears the blind ma..."
I think this is my favorite so far!
The blind, begging by the wayside.
The leper, unclean and shunned.
The woman taken in adultery.
The social pariah publican.
All rejected.
Except by Him.
He hears the blind ma..."
I think this is my favorite so far!
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Lilyyy wrote: "Ooh, this very cool! I really appreciate you sharing these, Ms. Farb! I hope it's okay with you that I renamed the thread, though, to shorten it up :)"Thank you for renaming it. It's much more concise.
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In my closet and in my crises,
amidst my anguish,
beneath my burdens,
He hears me.
When I’m tottering under tasks
and my children clamor,
when the world is woefully loud,
He hears me.
..."
I love this! Came just at the right time too 😌💗
Oh, these are lovely. I really resonate and like God of the Broken too. ❤ Thank you so much for sharing!
Thank you Gracie, Lilyyy, Pianissimo and Carsie! Carsie, I'd love to see your poetry. It is the emotion behind it that matters.
I won a poetry contest in a magazine recently, but it's not really a "poem of praise" tho.
✨ava✨ {Merry CHRISTmas} wrote: "Oh, that's so cool! Congrats!"Thanks!
The Light (this was inspired by a snow storm)Dense snow coats the road,
fills the air with blinding flakes.
The only guide is the light of the
snowplow ahead, both
clearing and showing the way.
Dense trials coat life’s path,
fills the days with blinding distractions.
The only guide is the light of the
Savior ahead, both
clearing and showing the way.
Snowflakes They drift down,
each a masterpiece of delicate lace.
Each an original, never seen before,
creation of the Great Artist.
He could have created each alike.
Uniform ‘perfection’.
But He didn’t.
Nor has he made a person
just like another.
We each bear the intricate lines
of His loving paint brush.
Pianissimo wrote: "I won a poetry contest in a magazine recently, but it's not really a "poem of praise" tho."Congratulations! That is wonderful!
These are beautiful! I love them.💗
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WOW! Nice job!!! What magazine was it?
Thanks! It's in The Tennessee Magazine, which is for TN residents.😁
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Pianissimo wrote: "Thanks! It's in The Tennessee Magazine, which is for TN residents.😁"Cool! I wonder if some of my family saw it! I have extended family up in Nashville!
Lol, kinda. There's 1st 2nd and 3rd place winners each month for each age group. I was in 14-18. It's really cool of the state to do it! I don’t sew how they're financially capable tho.
@ava, I think you have to subscribe to get it. Most peeps in TN are, I think.
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I think Shay's from TN too!
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Yeah, I know Shay. She's actually my sister. LOL. You guys didn't know that??
Pianissimo wrote: "@ava, I think you have to subscribe to get it. Most peeps in TN are, I think."Ooh okay. Well idk then, but it'd be cool if they did!
Pianissimo wrote: "Yeah, I know Shay. She's actually my sister. LOL. You guys didn't know that??"NO I DIDN'T KNOW THAT!!!! HOW DID I NO KNOW THAT?!?!
I won December's. You can look up The TN magazine. They put all the poems that win on their site.
She's younger, just for reference.
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Actually, that makes more sense now!!! Xd
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I literally bonked my head on the table because that blew my mind!!! I had NO clue!!
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Lol, sorry! I don't really know why we never said. XD She backs me up on all my debates .🤣
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