Adopted children all
Having predestined us all
Who hath blessed us all
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/15
I hope this inspires you to check
the scripture for yourself.
This is not supposed to replace
the Word of God; it’s only my
interpretation.
Check out cloakedmonk.com for other
Interpretations.
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Posted in Senryu
Tagged Adopted, Blessed, children, Eph 1: 3-6 Lenten Day 23, Predestined
Censoring a child
Covers a parenting sin
Don’t forsake children
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/24
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The words sound nice to me now
Just like all those who bow
Down on two knees seeking
With the excitement of the children peeking
The words sound good to me now
Just like the people who avow
The end of December is for the Birth’s celebration
With the joy of all the children professing
© 2011 Michael Yost
The depth of their love only ran so deep
And through the hard times, it would not keep
The child that they had, could not sleep
He senses something wrong and only weeps
Too young to know yet knew that he did
He knew one was gone because he added
Growing older was sad, for he was shielded
The other kids had Dads and he felt cheated
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-potluck-week-45-nature-and-life.html
Picking at the wound from before
Scraping the scabs off unhealed sores
Fingernail filth mingles with blood
Making for a red colored mud
New skin around the edge starting repair
Begins to bleed slowly from the new tear
One scab left hanging by newly grown skin
Quick rip by the teeth it’s a salty raisin
Tonguing the wound till it stops bleeding
Starting the process over just like seeding
Collecting the raisins for the tin can
Putting them down the girl’s shirts is the plan
© 2011 Michael Yost
*A friend of a friend did this in grade school.
http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com/
How often the glen echoes
Depends on the single voice pure
Calling her love through the snow
Testing how love endures
Words between them short and terse
He said things he ought not said
What things she said were much worse
All over the unmade bed
No children heard two years now
Not for not trying, passion flared
Sweat intermingled on their brows
Blaming self, unanswered prayer
How often the glen echoes
Depends on the heart’s love pure
Finds her love one in the snow
Too much too long to endure
© 2011 Michael Yost
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Sits by the window
Children play before her eyes
Emotional void
Sun light starts to fade
Shadows dance across her mind
Laughter starts to fade
Darkness envelopes
Music box dancer spinning
Treadling the cradle
© 2010-2011 Michael Yost
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