My Song

Genre: Poetry; Word Count: 100

poem and audio reading of “My Song” ℗©2022 Dora A.K

Threads torn from a silk tapestry
a nightingale on branch of tree

Belong in other songs and rhymes
Of emperors with preternatural pastimes.

I pick my threads from a homespun quilt
Of gospel truth that frees from guilt.

It tells of One who died and rose
To save from sins and lies expose.

It warns that wealth hoarded in greed
Should be shared with those in need.

Here I sit under branch and sky
Little to my name, just this tune to ply.

At the end of my days, I’ve nothing to grieve:
it’s better to give than to receive.

Acts 20:35 NIV
[Paul said,] “In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak,
remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said:
‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.'”

Three prompts spurred my writing today: Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt (Image credit © Bill Reynolds); Sammi's Day 7 ("Preternatural Pastimes") of 13 Days of Samhain; and Denise's Six Sentence Story ("Branch").

49 thoughts on “My Song

  1. You’re going against the grain of our current society, I think. But then, true people of faith always have. May I GIVE you a round of applause for these couplets, my friend? 😉



    1. Thank you Keith, and especially for reminding me of Luke 6:38, which is worth quoting in its entirety because its promise is even more fulsome: “Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.” Amazing truth, amazing grace.


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