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Being a Bird

8 Nov

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Mockingbird

Mockingbird sings every day

Crown the tree to have his say

Lifts in joy and gathers song

Doesn’t know the world’s all wrong.

Quail

Father quail comes through the fence

Finding seed means no offense

Calls a song to bustling chicks

Bob-white, Bob-white, a happy mix.

Cardinal

Peach brown cardinal looks to see

Where her beloved one must be

When she finds him happy, all

Spring, summer, winter, fall.

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn. She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

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River Dawn

18 Oct

My Take

DiVoran Lites

River Dawn

By Dora Jane Bedell Bowers

God is Love; God is light,

He protects us through the night.

He turns morn to birds in flight,

To restore a lovely sight.

When the morning sun begins,

Then the sound of violins

And the joy of mandolins

God forgiving all our sins

Now the day has just begun

Birds make circles one by one

Underneath a morning sun

Flying birds forever-fun

Silently the morning flight,

Follows from the windy night

First, the Pelican’s delight

Scooping fish, oh, what a sight.

How slowly moves the morning air

As the golden sun shines fair

And Holy Spirit always there

He is here and everywhere

Swirling clouds and sunny blaze

Making headwinds to amaze

Needing glasses to appraise

Like the sun, so go the days

Watching now as pictures dawn

Beneath a tree, a resting fawn

When the darkness comes withdrawn

I’m ready for another yawn

Sea Gulls float on salty-sea

Blackbirds fill the sky to flee

Flying birds all comfort be

Wing-ed joy entrancing me

Now the dawn has changed its mind

Clouds oppress, the light is blind,

Colors muted, birds are still,

Back to bed, don’t catch a chill.

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If

6 Feb

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I came across this poem in Streams in the Desert during my morning meditation. I’ve often been amazed at technology’s ability to fling beauty through the air. In truth, I find it easier to trust that my living God hears prayers than that machines can send sound across through the air.

If radio’s slim finger can pluck a melody
From night, and toss it over a continent or sea;
If the petaled white notes of a violin
Are blown across a mountain or a city’s din;
If songs, like crimson roses, are culled from thin blue air—
Why should mortals wonder if God hears prayer?
ETHEL ROMIG FULLER

Poet Ethel Romig Fuller was Oregon’s first female poet laureate, from 1957 to 1965. You can learn more about her at The Oregon Encyclopedia