Book Review – Poetry

I got the opportunity to do a book review of a new book of poetry. It is the first book for Kathi Burg, and is available on Amazon.

This is a lovely little book containing uplifting messages for anyone struggling through difficult circumstances. With simple yet clear writing, Kathi leaves uplifting words for life’s difficulties and dark struggles. God is in the middle of all our valleys in life and wants to love us through and in the middle of them. You will enjoy the hope that these poems will leave you with. Almost every poem is illustrated with beautiful pictures that colorfully convey the meaning behind the verses.

Have a blessed day!

Cars Go Creeping

 Cars are Creeping
 Cars are creeping
 & no one is leaping
 On those icy streets
 Parking lots are dotted
 As with deicing salt they are besotted
 & stores are hoping
 their customers to keep
 In my part of the world
 Unused we are to this much ice
 So even as much as they try
 Still we must moan & cry
 We need more Salt!
 So every thing comes to a halt
 As we slip & slide
 Inexperienced with 
 this much Snow & Ice
 Wave as we go coasting thru
 (my car with a mind of its own
 Is now imbued)
 Unable to halt at all 
 At each or any little red stop sign! 

Where I live we are not used to ice and snow hardly at all so almost everything comes to a halt with only a small amount of snow. This time, however, we got a large amount of ice (just glad the electrics did not go out). Hope everyone is having a good day and Praise God for His love, mercy & joy!

In the Beginning – Chronicle II

In the beginning Alcohol Ink & digital
 In the Beginning
 Chronicle II
 A loud voice boomed
 “What is that I hear”
 Trembling on a marble step
 Leading to the throne
 A loyal angel replied
 Almost with a groan, 
 “It is not good news I fear
 Your Grace.”
 “Tell me.”
 The answer came, “We have 
 A problem,
 A never seen before rebellion.
 Coming from your favored one,
 The leader of all angels.”
 “Leave me. I will discuss this
 With my Son.”
 So, in heaven it was decided
 This would not be abided
 Creation does not tell its 
 Creator how to create or lead.
 For the very first time
 In all of infinity
 Expulsion from this place
 Was decided by
 The Holy Trinity
 satan would have to be
 removed from the presence
 of God’s face.
 But he did not go quietly
 The battle for God’s throne
 Was waged with ferocity
 As they refused God to still praise
 Swords were raised
 And some were slain
 By flinging them into 
 Dark dungeons
 This once bright
 Glorious angel,
 Their leader, now was dark
 God’s love, light 
 Mercy & grace
 Had flown from his heart
 Empty was he now 
 Filled only with an all-consuming
 Lust for God’s crown
 So, in sorrow, 
 God had to retaliate
 satan was flung out
 Of heaven’s gates
 Thrown to earth to roam
 Forever more alone
 Never to enter again
 His once heavenly home
 As for his followers
 They are held in a kind
 Of hell
 In dark prisons 
 They are chained
 Awaiting that great day
 Of the Lord
 When all will be judged
 Who have rebelled
 Against God’s name
 It is so sad, it is a shame
 That their rightful place
 In glory
 They never will be able
 To reclaim.

In the Beginning

done with Alcohol Inks & digital program
 In the Beginning
 Chronicle  I
 In the beginning there
 Was nothing outside of Heaven
 So, in the beginning
 God decided
 To create
 For Himself
 A World
 He hummed, “You know, Son
 We have so much to share
 Of kindness
 Love, joy
 Sometimes I feel
 I might explode
 Or implode
 I cannot hold
 It all in
 any longer.”
 So with a whirl
 And a twirl
 And a small jiggle
 Or was it a wiggle
 God created
 His earth.
 Gleaming, shining 
 With life
 It glowed
 Just to show
 Its Creator’s Glory, 
 This story of 
 His Love
 Slowly, He stroked
 With one gentle hand
 The lion’s mane.
 “Look, it’s heart beats
 I think I just
 Might keep 
 This one.
 But you know what 
 I think I need me
 A Man.”
 “What is a man, Father?”
 “Just watch.”
 He blew on the dust
 And with one single thrust
 Of one finger
 He raised him from the ground.
 God smiled.
 Happy, pleased and joyful,
 He turned to his newest son,
 “Welcome to life, Adam,
 And this,
 Your new Paradise!”

Winter Whites

KODAK Digital Still Camera
 Winter Whites
 Winter always reminds me of white -- purity. I don’t know, maybe because 
that’s when it snows the most. Things always seem to slow down.
 The frantic growing of spring and summer is absent. The earth seems
 to be taking a rest.
 Less rushing around
 Time to let go
 More repose
 Be slow
 More inner reflection
 Look for a higher direction
    For my thoughts
 Be enveloped by
 Peaceful stillness 
 Make it an endeavor most earnest
 Go deeper into myself
 That inner me
 I usually place upon a shelf
 As I rush around
 Get to know God’s peace that
 Passes understanding.
 Come, Lord Jesus, come.
 Recreate your world and
 Leave your peace and repose! 


 Dead Wood
 You see them lying
 On creek beds
 Where by watery vistas
 They have been led
 Or resting on river sides
 Carried by the ferocity
 Of the moving currents’ tides
 These pieces of dead wood
 Would anyone have thought
 They could or better yet should
 End up in such a useless heap
 Their limbs jangling,
 Lamenting in such a lonely keep

But Oh, dear friend
This is not their end
For these shed no tears
Have no fear
Christ's smallest finger
Can transcend
Hell's darkest pit
In such a place He will not
Allow anyone to linger
Have faith
If you will just believe
and God's tranquil waters
You will be allowed to see!