Sheltered Under His Wings   Leave a comment

There stands at my shoulder the presence of One

greater than the eagle that hovers near;

It is in Him that I rejoice,

I find assurance, and my heart sings.

He draws those in, comforting the weak,

and cloaks them in righteousness.

They’ll suffer no more pain,

they’ll cry no more tears.

They’ll not walk with fainting breath,

but run to win and be made strong.

So, I’ll not fear what comes to bear

down upon my life or soul.

 or those who harm, or wage war,

and should it be that allies turn,

He is my shelter, shield and sword

covering me from hate that burns.

If I be caught in snares of death,

He is my refuge. He is my strength,

  Jehovah God, and it is He

who reigns supreme upon his throne.

When nations crumble, and kingdoms fall,

 God will claim what is His own

and gather all His children home.


Footnotes: The above poem was inspired from the bible scriptures found in Psalm 17:8 (NIV)  – “…hide me in the shadow of your wings.”  and in Psalm 91:4 – 8 “He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand my fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.”

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Posted August 20, 2014 by Joyce Johnson in Faith, Inspirational Poems, My Writings, Poems, poetry

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Awaiting the adventure just ahead   2 comments

A highway through the state of Utah on the way to the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona. Photo taken while on a trip in August, 2013


If the path you choose

seems an arduous journey

look for adventure


around the corner.

It might be just the thing that

brings you sweet reward.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Footnotes; Things I’ve learned along the way. Looking back on the fun and adventure of summer vacations I remember our kids saying all the time while taking road trips, “Are we there yet?” That line later made its way into movie and TV scripts with the kid asking the same question over and over. Even now we can get impatient in life not just with the literal trips we take, but metaphorically speaking of the long journey in life of our chosen path, and it may seem it will take forever to achieve. Some will have their rewards and others  may not. But, a chance taken is sometimes worth the risk. How we travel and whether we carry baggage along the way often determines its success.

Song of Sorrow   Leave a comment


Beckoned to the swell of the whales in the water

their boisterous play with each frolicking break

of strength and endurance in their will to be free

the boat races on towards the whales in their wake.

Sporting an arch they dive under sea

emerging again for the bait they rise

lowered from deck hanging from hooks;

betrayed they came for the tempting prize.

The harpoon is thrust spearing the male,

his blood spreading across the waves,

and his mournful eyes on the female whale.

Her distress sends sounds into the deep,

below to the mammals of their world.

With the thrashing, slapping tail, it wailed

With soulful notes carried through the skies.

Upon the morrow, her tail now curled

is full of sorrow heard in her cries.

She swims alone as if seeking to find

the soul of her mate found in the deep,

and when the sea is quiet and still

one can hear the whale still weep.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Footnotes: The above photo is not one of mine, but from internet images. The poem is a revised version from one I wrote many years ago. Although I loved the classic story of Moby Dick I am a strong advocate and fan of whales and creatures of the sea and the animal kingdom, so have often written poetry about them, or the inhumane treatment of them. Whaling is an old form of hunting that is centuries old when whalers hunted them for their oil and blubber, but is primarily banned today where it once thrived. More information can be found on the Wikipedia site here 

Posted August 9, 2014 by Joyce Johnson in My Writings, Poems, poetry

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Words, Words, I Need More Words   6 comments

This is my response to The Daily Post, Writers’ Block Party


When words don’t come

and I wonder why

for all the words

there are. I’ll try

to write until

I’m out of words

and look for more

many more words.

There in this world

are words that be

found richly packed

in books for me,

words that tell

stories you see

so write I shall

forever until

there’s no more words

to write and fill

page after page

of  words written by me.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Things I’ve learned along the way   Leave a comment








Posted August 3, 2014 by Joyce Johnson in My Writings

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In the eye of the storm   2 comments

Lighthouse in New England


Waves buck, lashing the sides of the boat. Wind thrashes the sea with every gust.

Did they get my SOS? There’s too much static. No contact. No connection.

The black of night pervades the skies. Rocks emerge, scraping across the hull.

I can’t see them, but feel them, tearing, ripping the keel.

A soft cone-shaped light rises from the mist. The lighthouse?

The fog lifts to reveal a bright moon. I hear the sound of a clanging bell.

I sense a presence, calming, peaceful.

The sea is stilled inside the storm that rages all around.

I am safely home.


Footnotes; the above story is fiction, unrelated to any incident or event. The photo is one I took while on vacation in the New England states (U.S.) years ago. Because we covered so many miles and territory on this trip by car I cannot remember the exact location of this particular lighthouse. We took pictures of several of them where we went. It was an awesome trip, beautiful to see and visit.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

‘Connection lost’   5 comments

This is my response to The Daily Post


Whether by distance in virtual miles between when two who cannot come together often to nurture their relationship, or by something that intruded into a friendship causing a riff, there comes a time when one needs to put that one relationship in a ‘holding pattern’, or the pages of history. Use an opportunity to meet new people, build on a new foundation. Find a common interest.  Trying to hang on to, or resuscitate a broken or estranged relationship doesn’t always work.  Some are just not meant to be reestablished. It is better a part of the past, or history remembered in the ‘good old days’ of yesteryear, and keep good thoughts of the one lost. Some relationships are like a season in our life, or a chapter to the book I would call, ‘My Life; all of That and Who therein.’ Sometimes it is just important to start a new page, or chapter where we can begin with a fresh start, and connect with people who can speak into our lives something positive, lasting or not, giving us the opportunity to do the same.  One never can tell just who might come into our lives that makes that one opportunity or chance meeting all the worth while, and we’ve found a friend that accepts us the way we are, loves us where we are at, and encourages and inspires us in a way no one ever has.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)


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