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Praises. A Poem and a Note

 

On a late afternoon walk alongside the river



Praises


The trees and sky

all praise You high

and children add

their happy cry

My own eyes though

are trained below:

My joy and peace

near gone and low

But now I raise

my heavy head

Lift my praises

smile instead


A.S.L





***




I wrote this poem whilst watching the girls as they played in the park. The trees and sky seemed to raise their praises to God along with the children's laughter. There were some down moments however as there always are in families, and my heart felt a bit heavy. It wasn't long though before I felt called to praise God too. :)







A Blog Note


Going forward, and of course, God willing, I will be posting poems in posts more or less like this one. If God lays a short story on my heart, I will post that too, although it will likely be in the form of flash fiction or a prose poem. 

The place I am in my life is both a place of simplifying and of focus: God, family, and church must come before other things. So, when it comes to my writing, I am slowing down. Writing a novel or a trilogy is not going to be happening right now. :)

I love poetry and micro fiction because they enable me to say what I have in my heart in a few words. Poems and short pieces are like single flowers or little gems. They may sparkle and bring joy despite their small size. I'm not saying that they are perfect or brilliant, just that they have a beauty of their own. Less is often more as the saying goes.

Any Afrikaans poems will be posted on "'n Bekertjie vol Hoop".

I hope that your week will be blessed, peaceful, and lovely.

Blessings,

Alison
💖😊🙏



At the park



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