In stillness I sit
like an open, empty cup –
waiting to be filled.
In stillness I sit
like an open, empty cup –
waiting to be filled.
I saw a bouquet
of flowers huddled like friends
sharing a secret.
I saw a bouquet
of flowers huddled like friends
sharing a secret.
The will of rivers
is like a prayer of faith
seeking for answers.
Streams of water flow –
I observe and meditate,
praying with my heart.
Eagles spread their wings
soaring, gliding, way up high –
unfazed by the sun.
copyright 2020 – Carla A. Romarate-Knipel
The peaks of mountains
are covered by raging fire –
burning trees, crying.
Tea leaves steep in peace,
soft breezes cool my tea cup –
breathe in, breathe out. Joy!
Pearly white grains wait
in a pot, soaked in water
while I sit and pray.
On wearing masks – I wear masks not out of fear, but out of love.
On autumn – Autumn came quickly it took me by surprise!
On the need to wait – To wait with patience is an act of love.
On walking – Some of the funniest conversations I’ve had were during the times I was walking. Alone.
On the two shortest verses of the Bible – “Jesus wept.” (John 11:35) and “Rejoice always! (1 Thessalonians 5:16) And I always thought there was only one!