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The truth of Jesus Christ’s complete redemption can be told in any form. In this post I’ve set God’s truth into Cinquain — one of my favorite poetic forms.
Virus:
To lots of folks
It is a scary word.
But there’s a name that can kill it:
Jesus!
Disease
By any name.
Must bow to Jesus’ name.
His sacrifice redeemed us from
Disease.
Have faith.
Get in His Word:
He says it’s medicine
For every ailment we can face.
Trust Him.
(Scripture References: Acts 3:16, Philippians 2:9-10, Galatians 3:13-14, Proverbs 4:20-22, and Psalm 107:17-20)
It’s been raining here for two whole days, so I thought it was only fitting that I write about rain. Since I’m in a poetic mood, I decided I’d give myself a little workout and do one haiku, one cinquain, and one simple iambic pentameter verse about that subject.
HAIKU
Everything is gray.
Rain hanging like a curtain.
No sun peeping in.
CINQUAIN
Raining!
Again today!
I just have to complain:
All is gray and wet and dreary!
Boring!
IAMBIC PENTAMETER VERSE
Another boring day of endless rain.
We don’t need this much water every day.
Sunshine is now a fading memory.
The birds won’t even come out now to play.
I know some tribes have dances that they do
To bring the rain when grounds are parched and bare.
I wonder if there is another dance
To end the rain and turn the weather fair.
Written in response to a couple friends of mine who have said for almost a year that they’ve thought about trying to write cinquain, but they won’t even make a start. They find it fascinating, but seem to be afraid of it. They have this false idea that because they need to count syllables, they will have trouble. If they’d just try, they’d be surprised and delighted with the results — and hooked on it– like I am. 🙂
Dear friend,
Tell me again
Why you don’t try cinquain.
You think it’s difficult to write?
It’s not.
You say
You are afraid
That you can’t get it right.
Syllable count seems difficult.
It’s not.
Just try,
And you will find
That it’s much easier
Than you have even dared to think.
DO IT!
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I wrote this piece for my poetry site, but decided I’d share it here as well.
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Portals
Wait before me.
I stand before closed doors
But do not let that hinder me:
“Open!”
Behold,
The doors obeyed.
And now I stand in awe.
I see what possibilities
Await.
So now
I must decide:
Will I cross the threshold?
Will I accept new challenges?
I will!
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I’m tired
Of summer heat.
I say this ev’ry year:
Fall is the only perfect time
Of year.
Autumn
Is close now.
I hear the crickets sing.
And leaves are falling one by one.
Can’t wait.
Seasons
Come and go.
And I appreciate
All of them, but none so much as
Autumn.
Thanks so much to my wonderful friend, photographer Terry Valley, for this amazing Autumn picture.
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I haven’t written any cinquain in several months. That’s not like me at all, so I decided I’d remedy that situation today and write two.
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My latest watercolor experiment
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This post completes the’ Seven Days of Noel Cinquain.’ Hope you’ve enjoyed them.
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