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For Our Daughters

Our middle girl turned 15 on Sunday. I can hardly believe it. Our oldest girl turns 20 in two weeks. In December, our youngest turns 14. This is for each one of them…

Slow down, slow down,
my Butterfly —
I know you want to soar
Your wings grow bolder
every day
and stronger than before…

Slow down, slow down,
my Butterfly–
the world’s not black and white
so let God’s wisdom
lead the way
and fuel your graceful flight

Slow down, slow down,
my Butterfly —
soak in God’s love… refill.
Don’t overthink
the simple things,
take time to just be still.

Slow down, slow down,
my Butterfly —
and let me hold your hand
for just a
little longer…
one day you’ll understand.

I know, I know,
my Butterfly —
God gave you wings to soar.
Keep growing bolder
every day
and stronger than before…

I know, I know
my Butterfly–
God’s got you in His sight
He’s wrapped you in
his wisdom and
ordained your graceful flight

I know, I know,
my Butterfly —
I need to just be still
and know that God is
guiding you,
wrapped in His perfect will.

I know, I know,
my Butterfly —
God holds you in His hand
and loves you even more than me?
One day I’ll understand.

But still, slow down,
my Butterfly,
I know you’re gonna soar.
‘Cause every day
you’re bolder,
braver,
stronger than before…

— Donna Earnhardt, August 2017

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Saturday in Verse – August 6

I had the opportunity to visit Carowinds with my sweet kiddos and combined fantastic church youth groups today. The first place some of us checked out was the Dinosaurs Alive exhibit. I was intrigued by the representation of these giant animals… and also by the marketing genius of the signs throughout. Thus, 20160806_102537

today’s poem was inspired by the signs you see below.

DO NOT FEED THE DINOSAURS by Donna Earnhardt

Do not feed the Dinosaurs.

Not in ANY event.

You’ll wonder how they ate so fast…

and where your fingers went.

D20160806_104933o not RIDE the Dinosaurs.

Saddles hurt their backs.

They’ll buck you off and you’ll end up…

as gooey Dino-snacks.

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Shut it

Like Daniel I need protection–

when life is going south.

Lord, save me, like you saved Daniel…

but save me from my OWN mouth! 

 

If you’ve ever felt like Daniel in the lions’ den, you’re not alone. Most of us have felt that way at some time in our lives. And just as God protected Daniel, He protects us.

But have you ever found yourself acting less like Daniel… and more like the lions? Roaring? Snapping? In an overall catty mood?

Yup. Not gonna lie. Been there, done that, too.

Let me be real… that’s when I need God to SHUT MY MOUTH.
How ’bout you?

Galatians 5:15
If you bite and devour each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other. (NIV)

Psalms 141:3
Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth;
keep watch over the door of my lips! (ESV)

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Lion at NC ZOO — photo credit: Sean Earnhardt
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APRIL IS POETRY MONTH!

Because April is National Poetry Month, prepare yourself for an influx of verse on my blog for the next few weeks. I’ve even come up with a nom de plume for my fun poetry.And yes, it’s corny. What did you expect?

 

Super Pits: A Cautionary Tale

by Steen Kee Mi (I told you it was corny)

 

April showers  every day.

But sometimes… skips her armpits.

When she forgets, she levels towns —

and decimates her outfits.

 

Her mama sighs and says,

“My dear, your pits are full of power!

For the love of all that’s good…

use soap suds when you shower!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Almost-Saturday in Verse

It’s halfway between Saturdays… so this is either really late or really early. Either way, I hope this poem blesses you, encourages you and challenges you. So here it is…

OUTSIDE THE LINES

by Donna Earnhardt

Let’s paint the world outside the lines

deep hues of joy and peace —

Compassionate tones, to break down walls…

and prayers for wars to cease.

Let’s paint the world outside the lines

let mercy flood this place.

Coat it in faith, lather in hope,

bathed in His scandalous grace.

Let’s love our neighbor as ourselves

As God’s command designs —

Let’s make this world a better place…

And paint outside the lines .

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Saturday in Verse

Today I start a new weekend series post, Saturday in Verse. As the title implies, every Saturday (ish) I will post an original poem. So here is my first offering –

As a writing exercise, I used Shel Silverstein’s “Where the Sidewalk Ends” to form my poem, “Darkness Cannot Reign”. It is not a perfect replica of Silverstein’s rhythm or rhyme scheme, but I enjoyed being able to use it as a foundation for creating a new poem.

Darkness Cannot Reign

by Donna Earnhardt

There is a time when the daylight wanes
And before the night profanes
it’s then the sky glows blue and pink
while sun and moon rejoice in sync,
Then we watch as the stars dance to and fro –
for darkness cannot reign.

Let us all take a breath – and pray for the world
who moans under shadow’s chain
Let us pray for a time where peace overflows
for even in pain – creation still knows…
when we love as we are loved– perfect love overthrows
and darkness cannot reign.

For even in pain – creation still knows
When we love as we are loved- perfect love overthrows —
For Yahweh is King – and his Son, from death arose…
and darkness cannot reign.

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A mid-life poem

by Donna Earnhardt

I can’t grow cukes or carrots,
No ‘maters, beans or peas.
But leg hair? Got it covered. It grows with endless ease.

I can’t grow golden corn stalks.
And taters? No, not one.
But chin hair growing season? It’s never, ever done.

Toe hair? Yeah. It’s rampant.
My feet are hobbit-esque.
Still…my toes are toasty,
Even if they are grotesque.

I have the hairy version
of the Midas touch. It’s true.
Which means I make a kick-butt pot
of chicken mullet stew!

I digress– I’m sorry.
I must get back to work.

My crop of locks needs shearing…

Before I go berserk!!