
Looking back,
I have no regrets
for everything
before now
has led me to you.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Looking back,
I have no regrets
for everything
before now
has led me to you.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-tree-birds-mountains-lake-5585584/
I see God every day;
He’s always there
to brighten my way.
He made all the wonders
of the world,
even down to the tiniest
buds unfurled.
He gave me my life,
and He gave you yours;
He lets us decide our paths
and yet suggests detours.
It’s up to us to find our path
and go our own way,
and like a good father,
there are some things
He doesn’t say.
He lets us choose
whether we go left or go right,
but gives us our inner strength
when a battle arises
that we must fight.
He never promised us
a world without strife,
and He’s shown us plenty
of examples of pain
in His own life.
I think back to when
His most trusted angel turned away,
which reminds me of when
our own children chose not to stay.
The pain and sorrows
are never very far,
but just as a mother,
He still loves us wherever we are.
I can’t begin to understand
all that He is;
I just know that He loves me,
and I am His.
And one day, I’m sure,
I’ll understand more than I do now;
His wisdom will find me
just like the faith He has endowed.
Until then, I just keep trusting
and believing with my whole heart,
and I know He’ll be holding onto me
when at last, I do depart.
We mustn’t lose hope,
even in a world that seems so dim,
so I’m putting all my hope
in the One who’s always been.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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With firmly shut eyes
and a flick of her wrist,
the incantation rolled easily
off the tip of her tongue.
And as she spoke
those gracious words,
a magical menagerie
of spinning sparks
flickered to life
in pulsating dances
radiating their resplendence
for all the world to see.
It was an unforgettable spectacle
worthy of wonder
which, would ultimately change
the course of time.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: The sorcerers staff and the wise child
Time
each of us holds it from birth.
We’re all entrusted with the same daily allowance
but not all know its value
and some seem to forget its worth.
The foolish tend to use it up
leaving all those leftover seconds
to rot on silver platters
squandering hours away
on useless, selfish desires
believing they’ll always have more
never realizing there is a limit.
And yet the wise
and the perceptive
they protect time with their very lives
savoring every last crumb
knowing it is a measured blessing to be cherished.
They realize time is meant to be held in a way,
which embraces even the tiniest bits of joy.
And those who are discerning
understand the merit of its potential.
For time truly is the most valuable gift of all.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Drowning in the weald
Without a sword or shield
She was lost to the deep
Twilight had put her to sleep
But he somehow found her there
So full of sorrow and despair
And he gave her what he could
Although he was no Robin Hood
She applauded him for trying his best
This mission being his most important test
Yet both realized there had to be another way
Or they’d both be lost to the vast array
So a final plan was set into motion
Filled with dedication, love, and emotion
And determination eventually got them there
Saving them both from the path to nowhere
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Consultant drowning deep within the shallow wood