reading Psalms
more beauty and
comfort every year

reading Psalms
more beauty and
comfort every year
S ilence
E nlivens
A nd
S olitude
O pens
N ew thoughts
To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose
under the heaven . . .
Ecclesiastes 3: 1 (KJV)
SEASON is one of the poems from Quiet Christmas Poetry, which is both a site and a large print chapbook.
As I was praying this morning, I thought I’d read the Psalms again. I read from various English translations.
I thought I would simply post a verse or two here from many Psalms.
And I’ll add a picture.
For this series, I will quote from the King James Version. My goal is to offer some moments of rest, beauty, and hope.
My next post will begin with Psalm 1. You are welcome to reblog our posts.
Image: wpclipart
This is a selection of poems from Quiet Christmas Poetry, which is both a site and a large print chapbook. A few of the poems were previously published, as noted here and in the book.
sudden cold —
Christmas cactus
already blooming
Time Of Singing
December, 1997
holiness
and humility
Christmas
cold country night
two deer in the front yard
graze in starlight
lighting the
Christmas candle
tiny flame
transforms
the night
Hermitage (2005)
The Writers’ Bistro (2007)
third year since
Jesus called Mom home
Christmas bouquet
of baby’s breath
and evergreens
Time Of Singing
Winter 2006/2007
snowflakes
floating in the air
separate
together
artists
across places
and time
He giveth snow
like wool:
he scattereth the hoarfrost
like ashes.
Psalm 147: 16 (KJV)
new year
on the horizon
simple lines
of barns and trees
in the fog
placing the new calendar
on the wall
all the new spaces
without words
God’s time
The book is 32 pages. The last two pages are NOTES – pages for the readers. Someone may wish to write a poem or reflection. Perhaps someone in a nursing home may think, “I can write too.”
The book was printed by GT Graphics in Sheboygan, Wisconsin.
Our book can be ordered from the books page at Time Of Singing, A Journal Of Christian Poetry. All proceeds benefit this print poetry journal, edited by Lora Homan Zill.
You are welcome to reprint my poems with proper credit. Ideas include bulletin boards in classrooms, libraries, hospitals, nursing homes – places where a short poem may be an encouragement to someone or help with a poetry lesson. Thank you.
September
on the horizon
all the goals
I can still
try to reach
books on the shelf
supported by each other
kindness of friends
R est
E ducate
A dmire
D ream
I nspire
N ew
G oals
READING
reading
150 poems
the Psalms
For thou art my hope, O Lord God:
thou art my trust from my youth.
Psalm 71: 5 (KJV)
Butterflies and Flowers Mosaic is courtesy of Reusable Art.
Ellen Grace Olinger
But we have this treasure
in earthen vessels,
that the excellency
of the power
may be of God,
and not of us.
2 Corinthians 4: 7 (KJV)
Daisies
August 17, 2019
Photo by Ellen Grace Olinger
Coleus
August 15, 2019
Photo by Karl
Mandevilla
August 15, 2019
Photo by Karl
The background is red
Her hair has become silver
And her dress is rust.
Her smile these days is pure gold
And her eyes sparkle anew.
This poem was written for my mother.
It was published first in Time of Singing (1993).
Ellen Grace Olinger
Image courtesy of wpclipart.