Where have all the joyful flowers gone?

I had visited often through the

pleasant days of summer

And now it makes me wonder

Fields and meadows once

rich and green
Now a stirring of trees
swept clean

Shorter days and longer nights – Fall has arrived!

The season
I love best now must rest
It is not for me to grieve

Autumn winds must blow
From its tower the eagle
released
and upon its
wings I will soar!

The season I love best
now must rest
It is not for me to grieve
Autumn winds must blow
From its tower the
eagle released
And upon its wings I will soar

In an autumn field I walked
one day
The breeze blew upon the
trees

The poplar, beech and
willow providing shade
their leaves now unseen

But the old oak tree stands
alone fully dressed defying
the rest
Winds come from the east
north and west

Not one leaf falls it is
left Unshaken
Standing below this
majestic tree surveying the
strength it is to me

I like the oak holding on to
the old must wait in His
time to make room for the
new – Until then I am left
Unshaken!

Once a pure and fruitful land
with flowing rivers and springs

Trees and flowers nestled among
mountains and hills
A delightful scene to meet the eye

A young man and woman fresh
from the hand of God wonder
who made such a lovely place for
them to abide

At the setting of the sun in the
coolness of the ‘even
A Heavenly Man comes to
visit His children
“Please tell us how all this came
to be who created the land
and the sea?”

“In the very beginning only
darkness appeared and water
covered the earth
It was I who shut in the sea
with doors when it burst
forth and I said “This far
you may come but no farther
your proud waves must stop”
Then out of nothing I made
light
It was I who commanded the
morning and caused the
dawn to know its place
It took just six days to create
this world

And on the Seventh Day
I rested from all my works
All was tranquil, calm and
full of peace
And though I rejoiced of the
things I have done my heart
is sad
I must create a people to
complete this week
And so you come from dust
and clay”

Until one day you will disobey
Leaving your home
In that moment of time I
will speak my Sacred Word
for my words are always
True
A promise I will give

Though the gates of Eden will
be locked
Six thousand years will be
allotted to this earth!

For as it says
“A day of creation equals a
thousand years”

You will go forth and till
the land but it will lose
its strength, plant and seed
will fade unable to feed
those who hunger and thirst

Water will be scarce and land
unable to drink
The taste of sweetness
will turn sour the pollution
of man will destroy the earth
with waste

Pestilence and plague will
ravage the land but those who
trust in me will be spared

Creation will groan with
labor pains, earth waiting to give
birth
A funeral will be declared
An obituary written for a dying
world
A pen dipped in black in
judgement and ashes
Recording the history of the
human race

From Creation to the Fall

To the Flood
Father Abraham to Moses
to a promised land
To a temple of splendor
The Prophets who pled
with tears and cries
To a Baby born
To a Savior
Returning to take home His own
Your inheritance will be complese

A last will and testament left
to you
A New world and its treasures
A year of Jubilee and healing
will visit the land
For all who Honor Me will
enter My Sabbath Day of Rest

Wait and Watch for no one
knows the day nor the hour

Of Eden lost to Eden restored
But your GOD in Heaven!

(c) 2025 donna nieri

Welcoming September

May the peace of this evening bring strength for tomorrow!

 

BEFORE two paths I
stood one not
chosen by many 
and traveled by few
And one well traveled
in green grassy woods

AND I marveled at this
which one I should
choose!

AND then as if my 
shoes were planted 
on the less traveled
path there was no
question

OFTEN many from 
the opposite direction
would laugh and call
me a fool  

AND sometimes I 
would doubt myself 
too

Would I have chosen
this path on my own?

BUT for the lessons
learned I dare not
question!

 

 

 

September's child is
full of grace
September's child is
happy with a smile
on her face
The month for 
harvesting 
pumpkins, apples
and the finest
of grapes
With the promise
of bread upon our
tables
September's child
is full of bright
golden hours
Born between heat
and cold 😊
 


 

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Good Saturday Evening!

A silent pause between work and rest

A space of time of waiting –
Hoping for what is best

A time when earth neither sleeps
nor wakens
A hush between a thought and a dream

fulfilling! 🌏

~🍀 A Parable of Faith and Trust 🍀

THE smallest of seed has become a tree!

The birds of the sky nest under its branches
Singing sweet songs as they rest
IF they can – why can’t we?

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