~ Spiritual Poetry – Time by Muse ~

 

Giving no quarter…
To neither man nor beast…
The sun rises…
From the heaven’s East…
Time’s companions…
Are life and death…
Taking and giving…
One man’s breath…Powerless and powerful…
We are blessed in this life…
By a wondrous Creator…
Who keeps us in His sight…
For He alone…
Controls the sands…
That shift from within…
For He alone…
Controls the lives…
Of beasts and men. Yes, He alone…
Will turn the orb…
In the twinkling of an eye…
Watching ancient grains of sand…
Slipping sweetly by. Yes He alone will stay the orb…
When our time has come to pass…
Those ancient grains of sand…
Lying peacefully in the glass

Pansylee VanMeteren Illustrator, Author, Poet, Songwriter Lyricst, Artist of WV - The Muse - Poetic Pastries

Supper Is Ready – by Muse

Memories of my childhood days bring back the sharp pungent smell of river catfish, the earthy smell of sweet golden corn, the light buttery smell of mashed potatoes, the floury smell of homemade biscuits and the delicious aroma of fresh apples being stewed in sugar and cinnamon. Even though supper was not served until the sun started fading in the sky, my Nanny would start laboring in the kitchen long before. Continue reading “Supper Is Ready – by Muse”