Poetry Collection
Nature, people, faith....
These are the inspirations for my poetry.
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Non rhyming, free flowing....
This is the style of my poetry.
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Resonating, uplifting...
This is the hope behind my poetry.
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Enjoy!
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Original Poetry
By Leanne MacLean
That you hold a favoured space in Your heart just for me,
And your affection for me runs gut-deep…
That Your heart aches when I suffer
And soars when I embrace You over other distractions…
That Your instinct is protection from all that might harm
And that thoughts of me are always promptly at hand…
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That,
As a parent,
I catch a wink Of Your extensive love
.As I feel for them,
You feel for me
.How astonishing a gift,
Parent God.
October Escape
But God
Early rays at our backs
Faces to the fire
Toasty on both fronts
Chippy peek-a-boo
Over a steaming cup of wake-me-up
My soul sings!
Leaves tapping their closest friends
Following God’s fluttering breath
Boulder hop scotch down memory lane
Each stone, each image snug to it’s neighbour
Swiftly dodging rock and root
Embraced and thrilled by the shifting woodland
My soul sings!
Dining by fire bright
And twinkle lights
Round robin happy chores
With no hurry clinging
Sound slumbering
In our fleecy flannel den
My soul sings!
Refreshed serenity
Heightened gratitude
Reestablished bond
Our October escape.
A slender waif,
Shivering and unattended in the vast gloom;
A long shapeless shirt
Hanging loose and dingy.
Dread attacks,
Despair overwhelms,
No
Relief
No
Refuge.
BUT GOD…
Warmth begins to settle tremors;
She dares to lift her gaze,
To allow herself to ache.
A figure,
Solid in a ring of light,
Draped in snowy robes;
Hand outstretched,
An invitation in the smiling features.
Hope invades,
Promise cascades,
Such
Relief
Such
Refuge
BUT GOD!
Out For A Drive
The Wellspring
Pressure intensified,
Pushed to maximize every minute.
Driven by efficiency,
Controlled by the urgent,
Neglecting the eternal.
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A revelation,
True perspective,
Unquestionable vision.
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A lifetime: a moment,
An era: a blink,
Clock-measured seasons but preparation.
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Living for God,
Compassion-motivated,
Love-inspired,
Essentials addressed with fresh perspective.
Energy spent,
Limits reached;
My best efforts fall short.
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Dry
Depleted.
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Turning back,
Seeking the font,
Source of essence.
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Inexhaustible
Enduring.
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Patience replenished,
Gratitude renewed,
My efforts multiplied.
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Satisfied
Steeped
Spirited.
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The wellspring.
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Standing Invitation
A long journey of
Inquiries and
Exploration
Has delivered you to the portal.
The door swings wide,
Revealing the fulfillment of
Your deepest desire.
Here you remain,
Shifting from foot to foot,
On the personalized-with-your-name
Welcome mat.
On the threshold forever,
It seems -
A greatly anticipated guest,
Holding back.
It is past time you shed
Your fear,
Your doubt,
Your skepticism.
Take the leap,
Of the only step
There is left to take.
See-saw
Seeing my brokenness,
Your choice:
The cross;
Your perfect life brought low,
Elevating the hopeless;
Carrying me to the very heights of Heaven.
Seeing Your sacrifice,
My choice:
Humility;
My heart laid at your feet,
Lifting Your name in praise
Placing You above all else.
Companions
A lone maple leaf,
Brilliant, sparkling amidst the fallen brown.
Tumbles along with the rest
Unaware of its destination.
The wind, aching for forgiveness,
Sends as an apology
A startling sunny companion
Just enticed away from its few remaining fellows.
These two misfits find one another,
Become inseparable until the snows.
Lie peacefully side by side.
Cottage in the Rain
Butterflies celebrating an ease
in dry weather,
Dancing like confetti,
Dodging heavier drops,
Tapping their joy at the window.
The lake beyond
An antique mirror,
The slightest wave distorting
Its soft likeness.
Framed by emerald leaves,
Enriched hues,
Like a child’s collection of colourful stones
Splashed by the waves.
Each mind occupied by its own text,
Each body in a unique position of comfort,
Content in the silence
Between shared discoveries.
A sweet day on Palmerston Lake.
Christmas Eve
Pieces of personal history
Peeking through the pine needles;
Pastel hues combine
To caress our home’s soft shadows;
Hearts intent on cherishing,
Worries hushed,
Minds at ease.
A gentle Christmas eve.
The Gift
Power that calms the seas;
The epitome of selfless love;
Indisputable authority;
Undeserved mercy;
Divine gifts to the world
Through Christ.
Grief and Gratitude
My sorrows blanch
In the stark glare from
The trials of others.
I sweep my own sadness
Out of sight,
Tucked neatly under the thick cloak
Of my gratitude.
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But every so often
God’s presence lifts the corner,
His glow revealing all.
He embraces my heartache,
Even as He delights in my praise;
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Gratitude can indeed endure grief.
Grief can indeed bear gratitude.
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Raise the Bar
Mundane requests,
Earthly appeals,
Routine prayers,
Met with
Boundless blessings of
Immense
Eternal
Importance
Approach with
extravagant expectation
Seek with
breathless anticipation
Eagerly watch
for the extraordinary
With confident hope.
Raise the bar.
Highway 400 Miracle
Rooted above
The racing multitude,
In branches broken and weathered,
Stands a shocking likeness:
The Rock of my faith
At the summit of His sacrifice.
An astonishing sight,
Transforming the familiar
And sanctifying the mundane:
The Jesus Tree.
Reunion
At His feet,
Tasting the dust;
How excellent and mighty is He!
Unstoppable embrace,
Clinging through tears;
How Merciful is He!
Easy manner,
Gentle greeting;
How familiar is He!
Awesome
Desperate
Homecoming.
Finally and completely Face to face.
Sole-Mates
Two strides, even and steady,
Balanced by decades of seasons,
Stepping forward to the rhythm of
Their life’s dance.
A shared poise,
Mutual support,
And common path.
Step by careful step
They journey.
All That is Fine
Never forget...
Thoughts of you
Melt the heart,
Illuminate the face
Of your Creator.
Never forget...
You are a priceless gem,
An exceptional treasure,
Deliberately imagined,
Meticulously fashioned,
By the Master,
Author
and Artist
Of all that is fine.
Changing of the Guard
Changing of the Guard
Mint upon heather upon hunter upon lime,
Verdancy invades the forest from the ground floor.
Dense chunky cedars,
Framed by blurry white pines,
Stand as proud sentries.
Dainty periwinkle reminders
Freckle the persistent grasses.
God’s breath gently plays tug of war
With the fragrance of lilac blossoms and
The scent of freshly prepared fields.
The stale heat of the path fronts
The sparkling, energizing breeze.
I am awestruck anew
by the awakening.
Choices
Muddied by empty wandering,
rough and plain,
confined by doubt and defeats.
Yet...forsaken not,
gathered under wing,
adopted,
accepted
affirmed.
A hearth secured
by mercy claimed;
a life-giving decision
made time and time again.
Be Still
Be still.
I designed you.
I know what you need.
Be still.
I’ve delivered you.
Breathe easy in my grace.
Be still.
I am near to you.
Tune your ears to my voice.
Soften your tense body.
Surrender the cares of your heart.
Settle the ripple of your thoughts.
Be still.
A Helping Hand
Bound by highway ribbons,
Hands wishing,
But unable
To offer a touch of support.
Fingers clasped,
Head bowed,
Labouring to lift a heavy heart,
Knocking upon the Door.
Confident pen strokes,
Instrument of reassurance,
Revelations transcribed.
Lending a helping hand.
The Ant and Me
Creation of a Daisy
Darting between between pebbles,
Crawling over the wood chip
Scuttling across the embedded stone
Scurry, hurry, go, go, go.
Writing pad relaxing on my knee
Pen lazily inking
Thoughts that gently flow
Inhale, exhale, pause and reflect.
A snapshot of contrast
The ant and me.
Pensively considering the fuzzy button
Resting in Your palm,
Running through Your infinite
Catalog of colour,
Landing on the hue of
Sunshine..
Meticulously securing
Each slender
snowy
spear,
Open faced and smiling.
Then flinging armloads of
Pure delight
Dotting the meadows
With hints of
Joy.