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 Jan 29 Daniel
Geof Spavins
The room is quiet, thoughts take flight,  
In the stillness of this gentle night.  
Pen to paper, words flow free,  
Creating worlds for all to see.

No distractions, just the calm,  
Where ideas bloom like a soothing balm.  
Characters and plots come into play,  
In the magic of this writing day.

Lines and verses, stories spun,  
A writer's joy, second to none.  
In this space, with time to dwell,  
Each word a story, each thought a spell.

So here I sit, content and bright,  
In the pure delight of writing’s light.  
For inspiration comes in its own way,  
Making this a truly good writing day.
 Jan 28 Daniel
Ken Pepiton
Monday, January 20, 2025
8:05 AM

Running along the walls,

picking up those fallen in love,

setting right the wrong ideas,
pointing each toward the stars.

True love stands and runs along.
- on examining advice to fall in love, and finding falling counter productive.
 Jan 28 Daniel
Geof Spavins
Cleaning up,
100% complete,
Don't turn off...
In this moment, a soul's renewal starts to flow.

Past sins, forgiven, cast away,
"For if we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." (1 John 1:9)
The old life washed, made clean,
The grace of God illuminates the way,
"And he said to her, 'Your sins are forgiven.'" (Luke 7:48)
And mercy's light begins to gleam.

Eyes lifted upward, a future in faith,
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." (Philippians 4:13)
No longer burdened by guilt,
The past is redeemed, a testament,
A life upon God's promise built.

With a prayer, they step forward,
Guided by His steadfast love,
"For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope." (Jeremiah 29:11)
For every end marks His beginning,
In His hope, the heart soars above.

Cleaning up,
100% complete,
Don't turn off...
A rebirth in Christ, where broken dreams find peace.
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come." (2 Corinthians 5:17)
 Jan 28 Daniel
Geof Spavins
The Brits, with their 'colour' and 'favour',  
Hold their spellings in high savour.  
But across the pond, Americans say,  
Why use a 'u' when it can be cast away?

'Organize' they cry, and 'realize' too,  
With 'zeds' replaced by 'zees' to make it all new.  
‘Catalogue’ trimmed to ‘catalog,’ for ease and for haste,  
While ‘theatre’ turns to ‘theater’ with no time to waste.

So here's to the quirks of the English tongue,  
Two ways to write, both right and wrong.  
Lazy or not, it’s diversity’s spice,  
Making our language a tad more precise.
In correspondence I "honour" and she "honors" to set me thinking
 Jan 28 Daniel
Geof Spavins
Storm hits unannounced,
Unsteady hands brace the gale,
Chaos in the night.
 Jan 28 Daniel
Geof Spavins
Storm clouds gather fast,
Winds howl, bending ancient trees,
Strength in nature's grasp.
 Jan 28 Daniel
Geof Spavins
Take my life and let it be,
A vessel pure, Lord, use me.
Each moment, in Your grace, I'll stand,
Guided gently by Your hand.

Take my hands and let them move,
At the impulse of Your love.
In service, humble and sincere,
Spread Your light both far and near.

Take my voice and let me sing,
Praises to my Heavenly King.
Every word and every note,
A testament of faith, devote.

Take my mind and let it think,
On Your wisdom, let me drink.
In Your truth, my thoughts align,
To seek Your will, and make it mine.

Take my heart, it is Your own,
Make it pure, Your loving throne.
From doubts and fears, let it be free,
In Your presence, peacefully.

Take my soul and let it soar,
In Your spirit, evermore.
Through joy and sorrow, day and night,
I'll walk by faith, and not by sight.

Take my life and let it be,
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
In Your service, let me grow,
And Your boundless love to show.
Inspired by the hymn's call for dedication and surrender, this poem aims to echo that spirit of offering oneself completely and utterly to God.
 Jan 28 Daniel
Geof Spavins
I dropped a plate and it didn't break,
A silent triumph, a fleeting shake.
It danced mid-air, defied its fate,
And settled gently, as if to wait.

In that moment, fragile yet strong,
A whispered lesson, a gentle song.
Life's little stumbles, we might fear,
But not all falls end in a tear.

Sometimes, against the odds we face,
We find resilience, we find grace.
In shattered moments, hope can glow,
A plate unbroken, seeds of courage sow.
I dropped another plate today - See https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4914631/a-thousand-pieces/
 Jan 28 Daniel
Geof Spavins
I started washing up today,
A plate slipped from my hand,
It shattered into a thousand parts,
Scattered across the land.

Each piece a tiny fragment,
Of what once was whole,
Reflecting how I sometimes feel,
Deep within my soul.

The jagged edges glisten,
In the morning light,
A mirror to the brokenness,
I often try to hide.

But in the midst of chaos,
There’s beauty to be found,
In the way the pieces sparkle,
As they lie upon the ground.

For even in our brokenness,
There’s strength and grace to see,
A reminder that we can rebuild,
And find our way to be.
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