Ria's
Poetry Nook

I am devoting this page to a dear friend, and fabulous poet,

Judy Deel

I hope you will enjoy this lady's talent as much as I do.
Thanks, Judy!
love, Ria

PRAYER IN THE WOODS

Alone in the woods but not lonely
for all about me I see
Your presence, dear Lord,
in all that you've made
to comfort and satisfy me
The lovely spring flowers to cheer me
The rain to cool my brow
A soft place to rest
a robin's nest--
Dear Lord, please show me how
to live my life one day at a time
like the world I see all around
and when it's through
may it glorify you
like this beautiful place I've found.

ENCHANTED WOODS

When I'm in the woods
I feel enchanted
Light and free and whole
I leave my worries
and troubles behind
and free my mind and soul
When I'm in the woods
I'm a child again
who's come to the woods to play
with nothing more important
on my mind
than how to spend my day.

A QUIET PLACE

Did you ever want to be alone,
And just can't find a place?
It doesn't have to be a lot,
As long as there's a trace
Of something still and quiet.
You know, it's rather odd,
But what I think I really need,
Is to be alone with God.

LOVING LEAVES

Lacy green with early spring
then shades of yellow, red, then brown
crunching crisply underfoot
as they come falling down
Then, just dead and silent
as they nourish the forest floor
so that early spring flowers can bloom
and bring hope to the woods once more
And so in fall I enjoy strolling through
what city folks rake and burn
Yes, God provides in a special way--
some folks never learn.

SOUTHWEST WIND

Dance to the moods of the Southwest wind
Dress to suit her whims
Sit beneath the autumn trees
and watch her scattering gems
Feel her gentle touch
as she brushes past your face
Wonder at the eerie stillness
as she leaves without a trace.

GOD'S BEAUTY

Lord, you take my breath away
with the beauty of the wood
When I'm feeling low -- no place to go
You know what does me good
I feast on the fair "spring beauty"
I'm in awe of the "wild blue phlox"
The violet blue, and yellow, too
The hills, the trees, the rocks
The shower that comes suddenly
when all about me is still
So much you've created around me
I cannot drink my fill.

SPRING FEVER

My cocoon is stale
It begins to smother me
I long to break out--
to become something I am not now
I am beckoned by memories--
memories of sunlight
piercing new-green leaves,
of joy bubbling over creek stones,
of gentle, caressing breezes
that rustle the leaves
like ladies' skirts of long ago,
of dainty wildflowers
nodding in the glade,
of birds soaring majestically
above the treetops and below the clouds,
I, too, long to soar above it all
I yearn for my Healing Wood

RETREAT

I'm running away from troubles
And problems, and stress and pain
I run to the woods where I feel at peace
But all of my running's in vain
Though the woods keep calling me deeper
I can't run away for good
The problems are there
And to deal with my share
I go home from my "Healing Wood."

THE HEALING WOOD

When I'm alone or lonely
with cares on my mind
I got to the woods
and there I find
a healing balm
for heart and soul
to heal the wounds
and make me whole

A short walk
or hiking climb
can leave my weary
soul sublime
It's the peaceful calm
that does me good
I return renewed
from my "Healing Wood."

COMMUNING WITH GOD

My life was full of busy
And I needed to get away
So I took my care
to the hills out there
to brighten a harried day.

My troubles melt like butter
My burdens are light as can be
The Lord takes my care
away out there
and we commune--just Him and me.

You see, He's always with me
His guiding hand o'er my life
But His Healing Wood
does so much good
in resolving all my strife.

THE TREE TALKS

My winters are so cold and I am bare
but every morning the sun is there
to warm my branches and give me hope
as I tenaciously cling to this rocky slope
But the wind is my friend and he beckons spring
and I'll dress more gloriously than anything
Birds will sing from my branches tall
and I will offer comfort to all--
birds and squirrels and humans, too
as I fulfill the purpose God sent me to do.

If you have enjoyed Judy's poetry as much as I have, and would like to drop her a note, I've included a link to her email below.

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THANK YOU

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