Our true colors become evident
As the sunlight of God’s Love
shines through us;
Allowing us to be all that we can be…
Radiating unique beauty and warmth to all.
Without Love, we are like cold pieces glass
Captured beauty hidden from the world.
Today, at d’Verse Poets Pub, we were shown Chihuly’s work, The Sun, which stands outside the Museum of Fine Arts in Montreal, Canada. We were asked to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words and use the word sun as our prompt.
Dan Chihuly’s – The Sun
We recently visited the Strasbourg Cathedral in France where we marveled at the beautiful stained windows that shown in the sunlight. It reminded me of God’s love that shines through us, bringing out our unique beauty. Amazingly on the outside there is little or no color at all.
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The Cologne Cathedral in Germany is a magnificent edifice. It’s tall spires and beautiful sculptures inspire many. But the stain glass windows are a sight to see. Stories of the Christian faith are portrayed in glass. During the bombings during WWII, some of the windows were removed to prevent damage. We also visited the cathedral in Strasbourg, France. These are just a few of the beautiful windows we enjoyed seeing.
Stories in stained glass
Tell stories of the faithful
A light to the world
The following were from Strasbourg Cathedral in France
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Obsolete // life’s most difficult burden
Life lingers on as you wait for heaven
Your rising soul resists the dimming light
Strong and powerful //waiting for heaven
Time and physical tolls // body wears out
Still you struggle // not ready for heaven
Mind and body fail you // yet life goes on
Disappear // four walls // waiting for heaven
The end is near // it is perfectly clear
Breathing is difficult // nearing heaven
Spirit rises // all earthly struggles cease
Safe in the arms of God // you reach heaven
A few years ago we waited while my mother-in-law was coming to the end of her life. I wrote a poem at that time called Waiting to Die, which was a combination of what I felt about life and what was actually taking place. Today, I have condensed those thoughts into a Ghazal for d’Verse Poets Pub. The Ghazal is from an ancient Arabic poety that writes in couplets of the same length. They end in each couplet with the same or similar words. It us usually about love, life, or pain. This is my second attempt at a Ghazal.
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
This week at d’Verse Poets Pub, we have been discussing theories of everything both real and imagined. When Darwin’s theory of evolution was presented it was greatly challenged by the Christian Church leaders. Those who believed in creationism could not accept this far out theory. The debate still goes on, with no one really able to prove their theory. Yet one has to wonder, as we look at the world around us, how it all came about!
As I contemplate my existence
How it must have all come about
I find a thought persistent
In my mind and won’t come out
If as some believe we all came from the ocean
Organisms and fish learning to breathe on land
Evolving into monkeys, dinosaurs, and toucans
Then we are all the same both woman and man
In every drop of water and every living thing
The DNA strands in us and them should all be the same
But the opposite seems to be true it seems
DNA is different in every living organism, woman, and man
So how can it be possible to have such strange dichotomy
Millions upon millions of living things
All different yet with such unique anatomy
Not one of them the same whether on legs or on wings
With such a well-ordered plan and imaginative design
It seems intelligence beyond our comprehension
Has put in motion this world a one of a kind
And we all participate in this great dispensation
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Easter Lilies bloom
Announce a new day dawning
Love wins // Grace for all
Bing Photo: gardensnips.wordpress.com
Frank Tassone asked us to consider the lily in our Haikai Poem for Easter Sunday. The lily has long been a symbol of Easter. Its beauty is a symbol of purity and new life. Hopefully your day has been a rewarding and inspirational one.
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Spirit Questions (a Rubaiyat)
Where dwells the spirit before life begins
Waiting to entwine with genes at man’s whim
Does it float in space riding red star dust
Or in ocean waves where the teeming swim
Where dwells the spirit when I took my first
Breath of life merged with heart and lungs first thirst
Spirit seems at home in this flesh and bone
Fragile body // heart pumping till it bursts
Where does my spirit dwell when life is done
As eyes close in death and the race is run
Breath leaves the body and the spirit’s rises
Rejoining spirit with Spirit // lives on
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
I posted this poem a year ago, but thought it would be a good one for Holy Week.
Today Frank at d’Verse asked us to write a rubia or a rubaiyat.
“A rubai or stanza in a rubaiyat is four lines long and rhymes AABA in iambic pentameter meter. That is how Edward Fitzgerald translated Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat. Khayyam was an 11th century Persian. Fitzgerald’s translation appeared in 1859.”
This is my first attempt at this so I hope I come close to what is expected.
What lies beyond the dark door?
We do not know // still we move on…
Climbing the staircase one step at a time;
Moving toward our anticipated transformation.
Make the most of each step // rise higher and higher;
Enjoy the warmth of sunshine on your face;
Take time to smell the flowers lining the way.
When you reach that dark door of the unknown.
Step confidently through into the light of the future.
Embrace whatever your next life holds…
Knowing God who brought you this far
Will continue to surround you with Light and Love
Painting: Dwight L. Roth