As my heart goes thud thud thud
I realize I can be an old stick in the mud
God change me from the inside out
Take away my shame and doubt
I have deep roots in the ground
But why I am still bound?
I trust You, God Almighty
Set Your heart free in me
I want to capture Your heart
Because You captured mine from the start
I am here, Lord, empty and available
With Your great Love that’s unexplainable
(C) Carly Wiggins 2018
Here is a tanka I wrote. A tanka is a Japanese poetic form. It consist of 5 lines the first and the 3rd line have 5 syllables and the other lines have 7 syllables.
God bring the glory
Open up the heavens with power
You’re the glory cloud
That the Israelites followed
Reign that majesty in hearts again
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
Flowers are ingenious beauties
Fragrance like heavenly air
Texture like the softest cotton
What if they could talk?
What would they say?
Would they cry out in despair?
Say they feel forgotten?
God birthed them into existence
He said to the ground produce vegetation
He blessed these seed-bearing plants
What would God have to say?
If He was right in front of you?
These flowers are dying from stagnation
And dying from chemicals like that of fire ants
Thousand of flowers burning in the rain forest
Vexation makes us do silly things
Land and profit is more vital than common sense
But flowers provide beauty, love and life
But is it too late?
Truth stings
So now is not the time to be on the fence
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
Changes and go
Some feel like death row
But some feel like being in Montego
A shift in the seasons
Give you all these warm feelings
Hang on, don’t give up
You don’t like this bitter cup
But one day, joy will erupt
And a new growth will sprout
And it will rain in this drought
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
We need freedom
Like a horse roaming free
Nobody wants to be chained
Or falsely blamed
Sometimes the freedom comes later on
Jesus wasn’t free at Calvary
But victory was on the horizon
What a sacrificial Son!
It takes some time
What else can I say?
The birthing pains
Of learning to walk without canes
Scripture can help
Keep you on the right path
And prayer can steady those feet
Without delay, you wouldn’t conquer defeat
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
Here is a poem I wrote called, “My Quill,” with the beautiful backdrop of the waterfront of Burlington, Vermont. I did a spoken version of it on my YouTube channel called, Carly’s Niche. I hope you enjoy and feel free to subscribe for more videos! I try to post a video every week to two weeks. 🙂
Here is the poem:
MY QUILL
Many words inspire the page
As the quill sets the stage
I could use any writing tool
Don’t mistake me for being uncool
I know it’s the 21st century
But I love to write as you can see
I know I could use my iPad to type
But I won’t when the passion’s ripe
My quill, my quill, my quill
I can write at will
Carefully crafting my words
Like a guitarist makes his chords
(C) Carly Wiggins 2018
Here is June’s Faith Chapter 11. I hope you enjoy! Here is a link to the previous chapters: https://messageinstanza.com/category/stories/
Chapter 10. Life’s Unexpected Blessings and Setbacks
June went into work and was surprised to see Calvin back in the office.
“Well, I didn’t expect to see you, Calvin.”
Calvin was looking sharper than usual with cleaner attire and hair. Calvin replied, “I would like to take you back on my offer of doing a political humor section. This crazy world gives me lots of material to work from.”
“Glad to hear it. I thought our liberal magazine scared you away forever.” June smirked.
“No, it didn’t but almost.”
They both chuckled.
Susan walked in the two of them laughing. “Oh, you again, Calvin. You are just jealous of us liberals.”
“Nice to see you too, Susan,” retorted Calvin.
Susan promptly went back into her desk, shaking her hand.
“You two used be an amazing couple, huh?” June said.
Calvin smiled, “I guess so. Happy it’s over.”
“I could rehire you but just stick the political humor section. I don’t remind you why otherwise.”
“You got it,” smiled Calvin.
Meanwhile, after work, June called Jimmy on the way from work.
“Hey honey, how it going?”
“Good.”
“Can you meet me at Victor Park now?” Asked Jimmy.
“Why?”
“I have a surprise for you.”
“What?” June said.
“Just get over here, and you will see,” replied Jimmy.
Victor Park was a dog park just outside the city, quaint and cute and sometimes crowded but typically on the weekends but not on Thursdays.
After June arrived, she saw Jimmy comfortably sitting on a park bench next to a black Labrador she met through their mutual friend Tim.
June confidently walked forward but intently curious why she was brought here.
“Hey Jimmy, you are looking sharp. Why are you all dressed up? What’s the occasion?”
“Oh, we had an important work meeting today. Say hi to Harley.” June petted Harley, the black Labrador.
“I am just looking after Harley for Tim when he takes care of somethings.”
“Oh,” said June, thinking not much of it just happy to be with Jimmy on this cool and crisp day. “So why did you bring me here?”
Jimmy opened up Harley’s tight clenched jaw and, on his tongue, laid a shiny object.
June’s mouth dropped and then she tried to speak but Jimmy interrupted her, “Would you take me to be your…”
Then June interrupted Jimmy, “I know what you are going to ask! Of course!”
They threw their arms around each other and Jimmy swept June off her feet in front of some park passersby. “I love you June, and I knew I was hesitant, but I would love to go to Argentina with you! I could never love a woman as much as I have loved you.” Exclaimed Jimmy.
But Jimmy had a solemn look come across his face, “There is something you should know. I am physically unable to have kids. I hope that doesn’t change how you feel about me.”
June’s face dropped again. “You said what?”
Let me know what you think and stay tuned for Chapter 12. 🙂
Love is what it’s all it’s about
You have heard this before
But why are so unsure?
Don’t doubt believer
Eternity is forever
Being effected by evil
Is temporal
We eagerly await heaven
For our soul
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
I have been spending the summer in Burlington, Vermont. Getting away from the Texas heat! So beautiful! Vermont has a lot of charm. Some of these pictures are from Stowe, Vermont. Enjoy! 🙂🌲
Many words inspire the page
As the quill sets the stage
I could use any writing tool
Don’t mistake me for being uncool
I know it’s the 21st century
But I love to write as you can see
I know I could use my IPad to type
But I won’t when the passion’s ripe
My quill, my quill, my quill
I can write at will
Carefully crafting my words
Like a guitarist makes his chords
(C) Carly Wiggins 2018
