Message In Stanza

Poetry and Musings

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

Beautiful pink rose

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. 🙂

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