Breathe, Enjoy The Journey, Life, Poetry

Breathe

I like bluebonnets in a Texas springtime,

And the landscape of a desert sky.

How about a canopy of trees along a winding road.

These are the things that make me take life slow

And breathe.

Breath the smell of honeysuckle

along a path I like to ride,

Or the smell of dinner cookin

through the back porch screen.

Life is sweet, Life is beautiful

So breathe.

Enjoy the endless journey of the ocean,

as your toes are buried deeply in the sand.

Let the music of your life have a

pleasant beat.

Cause life is sweet and it’s beautiful

So breathe.

Take in the moments as they come.

Don’t let your troubles hold you down.

Kiss your babies before they’re grown

And put that laptop down.

Cause time is passing,

And it’s beautiful

So breathe.

Wynema I Clark

3-12-2018

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Enjoy The Journey, Life, Poetry, poetry; commentary, Religion; spirituality, Religious

Enjoy The Journey

Sometimes I like to take a walk

Call a good friend for a

light-hearted talk

Read a good adventure book

Or look around and take

A long hard look

At what is mine in the here and now

To see it in creation

and just say “wow”

I see it in the trees and the sky

and I fill it in the air that is crisp

In the cute, freckle face kid

whose hair is in a wisp

I see it in the stars, in the sun

and the rain

I see it in the comfort and

I feel it in the pain

I see it in my home when

the kids are running free

I see it in the mirror when

you’re looking back at me

I see it all around so I can

slow down my pace

And enjoy this journey now

because of your amazing grace!

"It Is Finished", Cross, Gospel, Life, Love, Poetry

The Gift

He said, I have something for you,

Will you have it?

You receive the gift

You open it to find

Your first breath in new life

Clear, pure, organic

It’s as if you died

Only to wake up to eternity

But you’re still grounded

Strength with an eternal quality

Swimming in rivers of love

You look the same, but it’s different

It’s new, it’s otherworldly

In this single gift is everything

Absolutely everything

All you can think to say is,

Oh my gosh, thank you!

He smiles and you know

You’ve only just begun.

Wynema Clark 12-18-2017

"It Is Finished", Commentary, Cross, Gospel, Life, Poetry, poetry; commentary, Religion; spirituality, Religious, Uncategorized

“He Is”

 

He is the way, the journey and the destination.
He is the truth, the understanding, the revelation.
He is the life, the experience, what is real.
He is the bread, the wine, the entire meal.
He is the answer, the anointing, He is the call.
He is the first, the last, He is all.
Wynema I Clark  9/26/2016
Cross, Poetry, Religious

Like The Ocean to The Bay

Not feeling all that poetic
But having much to say
From a passion rising briskly
Like the ocean to the bay

Is the love of Christ my Savior
As my eyes are opened wide
To His mercy and His kindness
And the life He does provide

So complete is His provision
So entire is His being
That it feels the nooks and crannies
And awakens me to seeing

Even with my body weakened
And on earth I live today
His life is like the ocean
And my life is like the bay

It will never be depleted
It will never cease to be
It’s a life that lives forever
It’s His life that lives in me.

So I rest in this knowing
I am righteous, I am pure
I am ever in His pleasure
And poetically secure.

Poetry

“Let It Be” by Benjamin Clark

What does it mean to experience?
Is experience a glimmering light, fluttering off in the rear view?
Or is experience a sparkle of dust, ever waiting to be discovered?

What does it mean to be?
Is being simply a matter of taking place?
A matter of nothing more than living and evolving on a particle of rock, hanging in the sky?

Oh no, being is a much greater phenomena than this.

Being is an experience.
And no, not an experience as a matter of the past. To accept this as being is to let your fate escape you.
Second by second, inch by inch, until it fades to nothingness as if it had never happened.

And no, not an experience as a matter of what is to come.
The future is but a dream. It is but a mere freckle of opportunity, changing with every passing glance.
With every blink, what is to come, is no longer what is to come

But rather to experience that of the present. Being is an embrace. It is to become what is here
and what is now. It is to look every moment in the eyes and to live it without thought of
what has happened and what is yet to come.

To be is to accept life as it is and not fret about problems that come to and fro amidst an ever
changing world. To be is to experience. To live ever so fervently within the moment.
So I ask of you one thing, let it be.

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Poetry

Authenticity

What is real,

Would you take

What you know,

If it was fake?

Would you take it

In a sack

And bring it home

Or take it back?

Can you stand

In those shoes,

If they are different

Than what you choose.

Open wide your arms

to real,

No matter what

it is you feel!

It is your gift

To be authentic,

So be proudly

Photogenic!

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“If I Was 21 Again”

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“It I Was 21 Again”

If I was 21 again I’d tell myself to laugh/

I’d stop and smell the roses and even tip a glass/

If I was 21 again I’d give myself time to grow/

I’d love without the guilt and those I love would surely know/

If I was 21 again and all I had was time/

I’d go to Napa Valley and learn to love fine wine/

But I’m not 21 again the truth is I’m 42/

And I wouldn’t change a thing because I’ve spent my life with you!

Wynema Clark 4/10/2013