A Little Book of Prose-Poetry ... WhimsiGal - 41 ...

When I take to the slopes

Midst snow-covered peaks

I ready my mind

For whatever’s to come:

Each run a challenge,

Never the same.

’Tis this that compels me

To be one with the hill,

To know the sensation

Of each run’s thrill.

Aye, the thrill of the run,

And what’s more, it’s fun!

A Little Book of Prose-Poetry ... WhimsiGal - 2 ...

Of my voice
I’m unusually proud,
It’s neither too low
Nor too loud.
When it comes to song
I do sing along
Though my musical skills
I find wanting.
There are others I know
Whose melodious tones
Ring out with musical clarity:
For me, this is a rarity.

A Little Book of Prose-Poetry ... WhimsiGal - 5 ...

At Times, when alone,

My thoughts turn to me;

I question"Who am I?"

"What am I to be?" 

I don't have the answers,

But know where to turn:

To God who's within me;

He for whom I yearn.

'Tis God who doth guide me,

In Him do I trust.

I know deep within

I should, and I must.

Sharing ...

What is it, God,

You want of me?

’Tis not my will,

But yours

That lets me see.

My life,

My very Being

Is in your

Loving care;

Please, God,

With all you give,

Let me share.

Dear God ...

I close my eyes

To visualize

The light of

My soul within.

’Tis then,

Dear God,

I’m alone with you

And all my fellow-men.

Sympathetic Vibration ...

  

I like to imagine

We of every nation

Will one day embrace

Sympathetic Vibration:

Divine Elixir, always and ever

Working wonders for two.

I know without asking

God means it

For more than a few!

WhimsiGal ... Listen, hear, understand

I find myself

In a better place

If, instead of

Talking so much,

I listen with

God-given Grace.

’Tis then, with my

Two higher senses,

My true inner

Spiritual Being,

I hear, and

I understand

What the other,

With innocent zeal,

Is not yet seeing.