Rest For The Weary – A Community Thanksgiving Poem Project


Welcome to our Thanksgiving play place! We are taking on a challenge as a community to write poetry together. Each day I will provide a picture and a line of poetry. Your job is to leave a line of your own in the comment section. I will provide a new prompt and picture and a poem created by all of us the following day! Will you take time for a little wordplay?

'autumn leaf' photo (c) 2004, tracy ducasse - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

Leather worn leaf settles to rest for winter’s sleep…and so do I.

I am so proud of our first work together!! Your word pictures were beautiful…thank you for sharing your heart!

Margus Saluste

Frost Dawn

by the Journey Towards Epiphany Community

Moon sliver slices sky silver
and star dust settles
on shoulders and hair
reminding me that I am dust.
And slithering down, down,
deep into Spirit breath
that holds it all together
Inhaling scent of pumpkin spice,
autumn leaves,
the candles crackle
casting characters on the wall…
loving all things autumn.

The dappled drops of light
play silently on my face,
casting me as the lonely spirit
that I am,
a character also on the wall.
Cup of warmth in hand I step outside
where icy, white horse in pasture
glistens in moonlight glow.
She snorts and prances
bold and fearless
dancing praise to her Creator.

Sun shoots neon pink
painting treetop tips
the new day has begun
and I am here to witness.
But trunks and ground
stay colorless
unstained by morning rays.
These shades of brown and gray
seat so deeply into heart
– the branches empty and wanting –
o be still my heart and listen
for His whisper of
hope and new life.

Colored leaves
dancing through the crisp air
sweep me off my feet
into the glory of God,
spirit soaring,
and then love taking the final bow.
The buoyancy of the breeze
beckons boldly
while my breath
ingests it’s intoxicating essence…
Then I fly into my imagination
and I’m happily in heaven.

Though light pierces through
eastern sky,
sobbing clouds mist tears overhead.
The cold that aches my fingers
reminds me
I don’t have to sleep on a street;
The drizzle stinging my face,
reminds me
my home is safe and dry;
The dreary grey sky,
now blazing with fire color
reminds me
that my family is safe and happy;
And all of this?
reminds me
Of His love for all less fortunate than I.
We are poor,
and we are rich
– it is the search
that determines which.
Day drives on
His presence near
And because of traffic snarls,
I get gift of sunrise,
and sunset;
all in one day.
Search over
I am rich.

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19 thoughts on “Rest For The Weary – A Community Thanksgiving Poem Project

  1. Wow! You created beauty from our words.
    Re: Leather (since my mother is visiting)
    I look in the mirrored and I am thankful: I have arrived. At last I achieved the deep creases of life experienced. Some joy, some angry, but most are deep, full lines of joy and laughter.

  2. That first work turned out great! Wow – now to step up our game. 😉
    The days shorten, the leaves fall,
    Life closes in as the cold air comes.
    But this is not an end, just a pause.
    All waits, beneath snow of purest white
    For that one December day,
    When life and His love are reaffirmed.
    Then all gather strength,
    As the days grow long and warm,
    And life bursts forth, everywhere,
    Stronger for the rest, and for
    His love.

  3. Kim!! this is amazing!! Thank you.

    Sifting with a sigh into the earth,
    I leave behind the exuberance
    of seasons past,
    choosing the soothing quiet
    of snowdrifts.

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