Fall Poetry
Welcome back to Flight Patterns. I appreciate your patience with my unofficial hiatus last week. I'm still not in a very good writing headspace, but I did have to write some poetry for a college assignment. I hope you enjoy these free verse poems.
Esther 4
Desiree Flaming
10/5/23
“For such a time as this,”
He says.
I am here
For dark times.
Faithless, I have been
A foolish daughter.
Yet God is faithful
And equips the foolish with wisdom
In dark times
Such as this.
God is merciful
And sees all my days
And works in ways
That I do not see.
God will provide deliverance
But sometimes it’s through me
Even when I’m not ready
Or faithful
Or wise.
God is.
Job 42
Desiree Flaming
10/5/23
God is sovereign
When we can’t see his plans
That doesn’t mean
They are not there.
God is relentless
In love yet sometimes
Love stings.
Like a child–
Like a true child.
We are disciplined.
Like a child,
We do not understand.
And we are upset.
But God,
He does not deal
According to our folly
Our foolishness
Our weakness.
He does not deal with us
How we deserve.
Still the rain falls from heaven
To quench our thirst
Though we are unrighteous.
Though we complain.
He is forbearing
And forgiving.
This poem was going to be a free verse poem but because some of you like rhyming poetry I made it rhyme. You're welcome.
God saved a certain beauty for the fall
After all the past year brought forth,
Reminding us of His renewing mercies
To all who dwell upon this frail earth.
God saved a vibrant palette for the fall
Jewel tones, ochres and umber
The warm purple grey of heavy clouds
And shades of green without number.
The sunlight is something special
Like contentment, in physical form.
A spotlight on God’s creation
Washing the world in warm.
The wind sounds different in fall
Muttering, rustling tensely
Whispering in hushed anticipation
Of changes beyond what we now see.
The trees bedeck themselves in splendor
Warily at first, in mottled greens
Then boldly in brilliant golds before
Humbly shedding their leaves.
And speaking of humble, the slug,
The snail, and the worm slide
Out onto black, rain-sated pavement,
Slime-shining like stars in the sky.
The rain waters a parched earth
As beauty quenches a parched soul,
One yearning to see God
In a blind, self-centered world.
Yes, I believe God enjoyed
Making fall, a refreshing gift
For a world in need of rest
Our tired spirits to lift.
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