Day 63: What Am I?

I am a warm smile,
a contagious laugh,
or a gentle touch.

I am a bird's call,
a kitten's purr,
or a dog's wagging tail.

I am a song from the heart,
a masterpiece on canvas,
a dance perfected.

 I am one more chance,
a dream coming true,
and a blessing in disguise.

I am the second mile,
the extra effort,
the quiet persistence.

I am joy and peace.
I am One in Three.
I AM.

Day 41: The Wave

I had to write a poem for class tomorrow, so I thought I would use that for today's blog post.

The Wave

The warm, gentle sun was overhead

As I stood in the refreshing water.

Brilliant blue and green,

 It calmly swirled around me,

Feeling like a soft blanket that enveloped me. 

I took a deep breath and drank in the peace and joy.

"Just a little bit farther," I thought to myself,

And I waded out just a few yards more.

The water quivered around me and began

Pulling pulling pulling me

Away from the warmth.

I heeded not the warning signs.

Suddenly a massive tower of gray crashed heavily down, destroying 

The world I knew above me; I lost my footing.

I didn't know which way was up or down.

Bitter regret filled my mouth.

Panic clutched my heart

As the wave robbed me of my breath.

The refreshing water, once my friend, was now my enemy

As it thrust tiny daggers of ice into my heart.

 All I saw was darkness,

  Black, hollow darkness.

Just when I thought the end was near, a tiny

Glimmer of hope pierced the grim abyss.

I stretched, I reached, I kicked, I struggled

Against the powerful weight on me.

With a sudden surge of strength from an unknown source

 I burst through the barrier

And breathed in the sweet air.

I do not blame the wave.

It is innocent, only doing what it knows.  

It was I who was at fault, me the one to blame.

I should not have reached for

Something I knew I could not have.

I stand in the shallow water

As the sun beats down on my head.

This is where I belong.

Day 15: The Lions' Den

The Prompt:  What happened with Daniel when he was in the lions' den?

Just because this is a writing challenge does not mean I should feel obligated to always write a story, so today I will be writing a poem.  I do not write them very often, so this one will be a little weak.

I hit the ground with a thud.

The earth was cold, hard, and covered by mud.

All I could see was darkness.

All I could feel was darkness, endless darkness.

A low rumble was heard from deep within

Sounding menacing, hungry, and as evil as sin.

I could hear the claws of these beasts on the ground

As they scraped against the gravel that was all around.

Their eyes how they glowed like yellow orbital disks,

Convincing me the owners had nothing to risk.

Slowly the creatures surrounded on all sides,

Leaving me nowhere in that pit to hide.

This is the end, I thought to myself.

Then I remembered the One who could help.

I took a deep breath and murmured a prayer,

Knowing that God had always been there.

Lord, You can hear, help me tonight.

It looks as though I'm losing the fight.

If this is the end you seem fit to give,

Then please calm me in my final minutes to live.

I could feel hot breath closing in on me.

I started to shut my eyes, although I still couldn't see.

Then suddenly light, glorious light, appeared.

 It filled the whole pit 'til nothing could be feared.

Confused, the lions scuffled and started to roar.

Then there was silence, just as before.

My eyes located some light that shone through a crack

And found that my hand had landed on a soft furry back.

I was astounded to see that lions were around me

But lying beside me as docile as could be.

My Lord has saved me, He did not forget.

I am sure there is still hope for me yet.