Poems and Prayer
Tuesday, July 1, 2025
Sunday, June 15, 2025
THE FAITHFUL TRAIL
where the ferns are thick and greening,
and the undergrowth goes up and down,
and the trees are sometimes leaning.
Yet on the trail, I’ll follow,
as I pass beneath the basswoods,
as I stroll along the touch-me-nots,
and a patch of tangled dogwoods.
I’ll trust when at the gully,
where the woods are dark and deepest,
and cross upon the cherry tree,
where the bank is slick and steepest.
At trail’s end, I’ll have rest
in a special, hidden clearing—
on the grass, I’ll watch the passing clouds,
and the veeries I’ll be hearing.
THE FAITHFUL TRAIL
Veery Glade is lush and green now, and the deep-forested little brown thrush birds known as veeries sing their mystical, swirling tunes in the woodland realm. I especially enjoy their songs at dusk, when they are often one of the last birds to sing, other than the robin, believe it or not!
What happens on the faithful trail?
I give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever. Psalm 136:1
Where does the faithful trail lead?
Sunday, June 1, 2025
WOODLAND SONG
to sing a lyric melody at opening of day,
and start the winging choir, a-chirping all the way!
Over high, over there, beside the babbling brook,
the drumming of the ruffed grouse, the cooing of the dove,
the tapping of the woodpecker that echoes high above!
“Yahweh God! Yahweh God!”, into the evening night,
hummingbirds and nuthatches turn in from their flight.
And in the final light of day, the robin sings her song.
What joy to hear the woodland birds sing praises all day long!
and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.
Luke 1:46-47
WOODLAND SONG
The veeries are very glad, here in Veery Glade. And so am I. These deep-forest thrushes have returned to the woods. Their mystical, swirling tones lift my spirit and remind me to call on God in prayer. The robins, also thrushes, are equally vocal here in the woodland realm.
Thursday, May 15, 2025
Thursday, May 1, 2025
near a slumbering red maple tree,
and picks up his trumpet of finest pure gold
to announce the beginning of spring.
He’s early to wake from the long, bitter cold
and his yellow suit coat is a joy
to heal long worn out expressions of old,
and soothe ancient ages of yore.
He stands on a knoll that will carry the tune,
where sun shines a-warm on the dew.
And he plays out a “Toot, Ala Toot-ti-ly Toot!
Wake up every tree, little critters, and you!”
His song wakens others and soon there are many
to proclaim the renewal of life.
Their horns call brightly! The woods are waking—
away with worries and strife!
The daffodil smiles in the light of our Lord
and declares our dependence on Him,
and reminds us of joy only Christ can give
and life coming only from Him.
be lifted up, you ancient doors,
that the King of glory may come in.
Psalm 24:7
THE DAFFODIL’S TRUMPET
Tuesday, April 15, 2025
VICTORY HILL
Call out “Joy!” where the valleys fill.
Jesus is no longer dead!
Cry “Savior!” to the meadow’s end.
Proclaim “Friend!” where the willows bend.
Jesus fulfilled what was said!
Yell “Freedom!” to the birch trees far.
Holler “Hope!” to the furthest star.
Jesus was raised from the dead!
Sing “Mercy!” to the babbling brook.
Whistle “Life!” to the woodland nook.
Jesus has done all He said!
And then, let us kneel where the grass is deep,
and give to the Lord our souls to keep.
Jesus is no longer dead!
VICTORY HILL
Death, the final enemy, is conquered! Jesus is alive today and will return. Stand with me on Victory Hill. Because He lives, we can shout “Victory!” on the highest hill and spread the news around the woodland realm or wherever we are.
Pray for integrity to face problems trusting God. Stay faithful and diligent with a prayer list as praying is doing business with God. Go to a woodland nook and thank the Lord for the opportunities He gives. Pull up a rock and meet the Living God.