More Than Gold

A Glimmer of Grace:

Kyrielles of Blessings' Bells

 

He welcomes me to an empty chair,

As wings unseen glide with us there.

My drought is drenched with simple prayer.

A glimmer of grace is greater than gold.

 

Fierce fury flies, and guilt departs,

Along with the accuser’s darts,

I’m rescued by the Prince of hearts.

A glimmer of grace is greater than gold.

 

The angels whisper, “Free at last.”

My winter’s tale has lost its blast,

For love divine is unsurpassed.

A glimmer of grace is greater than gold.

 

His mercy leaves no room for doubt.

My darkest memories, cast out.

Lord, make me evermore devout.

A glimmer of grace is greater than gold.

 

With thankful heart, no longer torn,

I rise to meet the purest morn.

Clothed in His light, may truth adorn.

A glimmer of grace is greater than gold.

c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson

 

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Easy Street Prompts (“an empty chair”)

Matter of Fact Monday (“angels”)

Meme Express (“Sunday Invitation”)

One Single Impression (“welcoming”)

Seek the Lord Sunday (“the drought”)

Simply Snickers (“glide,” “glimmer,” “gold” and “grace”)

Slice of Life Sunday (“Writer’s Choice”)

Sunday Scribblings (“winter’s tale”)

Three Word Wednesday (“fury,” “guilt,” and “thankful”)

Totally Optional Prompts (kyrielles)

Weekend Wordsmith (“leaves”)

Writer’s Island (“memories)

 

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“S” is for . . . Someday?

Posted for a variety of prompts:

ABC Wednesday (“S” is for . . . )

Easy Street Prompts (“scene of the crime”)

Heads or Tails (“anything you can do with your hands”)

Mad Kane (“dental”)

Three Word Wednesday (“fury,” “guilt,” and “thankful”)

Wordless Wednesday – Everyday (photo/s)

Writer’s Island (“describe the future’)

“S” is for . . . Someday?

Scene of the Crime –

Limericks Late on an Endless Wait

 

Feeling somewhat temperamental,

Seeking benefits for dental –

“Take a number and a seat,”

Now my afternoon’s complete.

Could they rule it accidental?

 

Fury tempts my hands, I swear.

Maybe I’ll pull out my hair.

Moments stall like frozen cars;

Others stare in numb faux pas,

As I slump in plastic chair.

 

Finally, fed up to the hilt,

Pent up patience, overspilt,

I peek at the number chart,

Suddenly, a work of art.

Match my ticket, filled with guilt.

 

Thankful, I approach the desk,

Mugging for a shot grotesque.

“Here’s your I.D. card,” he quips,

As I think, “Do they take tips?”

But I stroll out, statuesque.

 

Managed health care: go for broke.

Just the wait did stress provoke.

Pent up in a crowded room,

Reeking germs like bad perfume –

That’s the ultimate sick joke.

c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson

"R" is for . . . Remembering

Posted for a variety of prompts:

ABC Wednesday (“R is for . . . “)

Easy Street Prompts (“prototype,”)

Heads or Tails (“Share an Autumn Memory”)

One Single Impression (“courage”)

Read – Write – Poem (“fear”)

Seek the Lord Sunday (“How has God touched your heart?”)

Simply Snickers (“horizon,” “hover” and “human””)

Slice of Life Sunday (“writer’s choice”)

Sunday Scribblings (“stranger”)

Three Word Wednesday (“corrupt,” “intellect” and “television”)

Totally Optional Prompts (“sound”)

Weekend Wordsmith (“floating”)

Word-Filled Wednesday (“the wise man”)

Writer’s Island (“embarrassing predicament”)

“R” is for . . . Remembering

"If you think Independence Day

is America's defining holiday,

think again.

Thanksgiving deserves that title,

hands-down."

Tony Snow,

American Journalist

and White House Press Secretary

(1955 - 2008)

To Be a Pilgrim –

A Rhyming Mood on Gratitude

A pilgrim, that’s what I would be,

If I could just let go of me.

A brand-new world, that’s where we’d live,

If gratitude we’d freely give.

Thanksgiving of the truest kind,

With grateful attitude and mind,

Is more than a November day

With turkey feast and football play.

The prototype the Pilgrims set

Is one we ought not to forget –

Humility and courage swelled

As Providence their lives upheld.

Yet we present our feast unsound,

As friends and family gather ‘round.

With floating fear, we raise a glass

To credit limits we’ll surpass.

We hover to inhale the scent,

Embarrassing predicament,

Then fill ourselves with poultry stuffed,

As God’s own goodness is rebuffed.

Afar, the wise man calls us out,

Discarding television’s clout.

Our intellect, he dubs corrupt

This stranger, whom we interrupt.

Will human voices sing again

To praise on high the Son of Man?

On the horizon, He imparts

An invitation to our hearts.

Who wants to be a pilgrim now

Must humbly bend the knee and bow.

Thanksgiving is His just reward.

He only longs to be adored.

Love poetry? Check out Simply Snickers, a brand-new weekly poetry prompt. Try your hand with weekly prompts! Or, look into The Meme Express for daily blogging prompts.

Click here to visit Linda Ann Nickerson’s poetry and humor blog, Nickers and Ink.

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