But this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:13-14 KJV
Thank you to everyone who seemed to enjoy the two recent poems I posted here this week! I was genuinely surprised and grateful for the many kind comments and for those who shared the posts. Honestly, I have never been able to write much on a schedule or by demand, but I do try to pass on in the moment the lessons God is teaching me – sometimes in verse. This morning’s poem was one I wrote for the younger crowd. I wish I had Gary’s acumen with a camera to share my own hummingbird photos, but I did my best with what stock pics I could find. Flying Lessons was part of the children’s section in a collection of poems which I published this Summer titled, The Road That Leads to Home. (There are three sections for the adults). If anyone is interested, this collection is available in both softcover and eBook on Amazon. You could search it out by title for yourself of follow the link. Have a blessed day everyone!
While we New Englanders have enjoyed Labor Day weekend as our final summer family fling, here in Florida and much of the South, the kids are gearing up for school in early August. Either way, the pinch of new shoes, finding our seat in homeroom and the weight of Algebra books are an inevitable destiny. This morning that idea of going back to school reminded me of a poem I wrote a while back that encourages us to remember that no matter how old we are, God has some new lessons for us to learn today.
The hummingbird was sleeping in
When mother shook his wing
Wake up John it’s time for class
I heard the school bell ring!
He opened first one tiny eye
Then peeked out of the nest
He knew the day for flying lessons
What was his mom planned next
So out the door with trembling heart
John’s wings began to beat
Then up into the wind He flew
To lessons down the street!
Flying Lessons by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2020 all rights reserved
Show me the right path, O Lord point out the road for me to follow.
Lead me by your truth and teach me. Psalms 25:4-5 NLT
Woe is Me and It’s all Mine
Skipped to the park one day
While Jimmy-Gimme tagged along
To demand his right to play
And they all laughed how Sister Faith
Agreed to stay at home
To mop the floor and wash the plates
So, they left her there alone
First Jimmy climbed up on the swing
“Gimme a push!” he cried.
But Me and Mine ignored Him and
Went whooshing down the slide
Till strutted up IKnow-it-All
With Big Bro Mockery
Along with Violence sliding in
Each smiling wickedly
The sisters shook in dread but then
Sweet Faith rushed to the scene
And without fear went toe to toe
And stood there in between
She looked into his eyes until
Mockery slunk away
Soon followed byI Know-it-All
Yet Violence chose to stay
Then from a sheath he drew His blade
But Faith spoke quietly
Your weapon will not work today
Our Father protects me
So Violence just shrugged and said
"I’ll be back." and off he paced
Then Little Jimmy ran and threw
His arms ‘round sister’s waist
While Me and Mine each took Faith’s arms
With smiles that come from Heaven
To see their family all restored
With Faith all sins forgiven!
A Family Restored by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2022
All rights reserved