Bonnie Carico

Perry, Iowa

Bonnie has been writing poetry for seventy-five years. She has a collection ready for publishing, dating back to her first poem. Her best loved poets include Sergeant Joyce Kelmer and Edward R. Sill. She is a retired school teacher. She studied with The Children's Institute of Literature. She is a member of The International Society of Poets. She has had many publications, a number with National Library of Poetry. Her purpose is to inspire and encourage and to introduce unexpected insights into the lives of her readers.

MORNING PROMISES

The astral heavens are dimming out,
Stars fleeing space and free...
The ebb tide following hard
The crescenda of the sea.

The advent of morning
Metes out her promises anew
In the spider's thready web,
Like pearls, strung up with dew.

Lobster boats and long-winged gulls
Follow the placid swells
And yield, in faith, their increase,
As the pang of hunger quells.

New promises of morning weave,
With wonder and surprise.
Divine yarns that shape
The structure of our lives.

WANDERING SAGE

Lapped in spring's maternal tenderness,
The lenitive touch of heaven nigh,
Thawing ripples attune their breakup.
To the ardor of a far-flung sky.

Shy and sheltered violets emerge
From the nethermost lee,
Where trodden weeds transform
To floral bursts of luxury.

Spring is a wandering sage,
Supply in her hands overflowing,
She leaves no lonely, inaccessible place
Where the hand of the master isn't sowing.

THAT VOICE

I hear him calling,
His voice in cadence
Rising, falling...
Blessing the loaves to feed
The multitude of
My ponderous needs.
I hear him shout,
Boldly driving out
The vender of doves
From the temple of my heart.
I know that touch
Leading me by
His constant love
From the valley of shadows
To summits above.
I know that voice:
His name is JESUS!