FAITH ACKNOWLEDGED
A tiny bit of faith abounds into a plenty
That great mass of a tree from a little seed
Began, was once just a reserve entity
Memory for future on going life
Storehouses contain a wealth of important
Items, sources of treasure indeed
Watch the busy bee and the hurry ant
Resourceful in their cause for results rife
The honey is made without being iffy
The drones never ponder what if or when
Without thought of bears, or giant’s fee
Fie foo fom; they do what they are made for
So bees and hurrying ants they build
Using innate ability, their ken
The hives and the ant hills willed
To a future, regardless of ill favor
There is that something within
Which, linked to the vast divine infinite
Will; makes things happen, in
Time, and according to right standard
Like the seed with its allotted germination
Is sprung out of timely respite
Ideas have their span of meditation
Then they grow into the tangible
Because of the inherent faith
That which is yet to materialize
Rises out of the labyrinth
And makes it way to surface
From the deep where in lies essence
Of everything found in every shape and size
On the inside is the vast nuance
The old, the new, the grace
Of renewing and expanding
Replenishing that which was created
For a specific purpose; demanding
Responsibility and obedience in return
Of faith’s reverent acknowledgment
And it minutest sum respected
Only rewards with contentment
Will ever the pursuer earn
FAITH ACKNOWLEDGED © gillena cox
[first published 2007 at Wordchimes dot com]
Happy September everyone❧✿❧ You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #121, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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4 September 2016
4 September 2015
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Edited to link up with imaginary garden
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There is that something within
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Will; makes things happen, in
Time, and according to right standard...........my favourite stanza, however I enjoyed your poem in its entirety
Thank you very much Julian
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Ideas have their span of meditation
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Thanks for your appreciation Ranjani
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Your poem makes me think of "faith small as a mustard seed". Well said.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Sherry
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Thank you, Gillena, I needed this today. We've been working at our church all last week and now and will be for???(Houston had 51 inces of rain from Harvey, many, many firced out of their homes.) Some are handing out food, clothing, cleaning, etc. Others are cleaning houses which is pulling sheetrock, insulatiom, and carpeting out; then getting pockets of waterrorism vacuumed out and drying. I think they also dissenter. We are helping manage a prayer team of 27.
ReplyDeleteYou reminded me of Paul's words in Hebrews 11: Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. King James Bible Now faith is the substance of things ...
Much Love, Jim <3 :)
so glad you dropped in today Jim
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To me faith is something to hold on to... it might help you a bit... like a compass when you're lost.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Björn
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'Ideas have their span of meditation then they grow into the tangible'.. precisely! Beautifully penned, Gillena💖
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"Only rewards with contentment" - Thank you for this
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So much wisdom in this poem, so much truth.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Toni
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To do what we are made for, without fruitless shilly-shallying ... what a great thing that would be,.
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Of faith’s reverent acknowledgment
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Of this contention it is so true, gillena! Minor or seemingly small yet given its due respect!
Hank
Thank you for your appreciation Hank
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Yes... we are being overrun by ants around here but I very much worry about the bees and their ability to continue to do their crucial jobs. This is a lovely poem, Gillena :)
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a tiny bit of faith - bounds into plenty... wonderful sentiment.
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