From the rich, dark soil,
green hands emerge
and stretch toward the sun.
They send a single spike
straight up to support
a swelling flower.
Morning dew clings to soft petals,
then they slowly open
with feminine grace.
And now, in early May,
spring brings this welcome
cup of contentment.
© 2025 Richard Havenga
Photo Location: Home Garden - Cannonsburg, Michigan
The slow summer heat
loitered into mid-September,
so I lingered on the deck
until my written words
were obscured
by the deepening dusk,
and contentment
filled my cup.
© 2024 Richard Havenga
A soft, female rain
falls gently upon his fields.
Inside his masculine body,
a kind, sensitive soul
feels the sublime sense
of simple contentment.
The showers fall.
The earth drinks.
All is well in his heart.
© 2024 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations:
1. Home Fields - Cannonsburg, Michigan
2. Home Sky - Cannonsburg, Michigan
As a child, it was all about
rambunctious energy and play.
Now, in my mid-seventies,
I understand contentment.
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Running and tennis
still energize my body.
Writing and reading
still stimulate my mind.
I had never dreamed
of becoming a poet.
With nature always available,
I will never run out of content.
Writing poetry
makes me feel content.
© 2022 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations:
2. SaddleBrooke - Arizona
I cannot explain it to you,
and I do not understand it myself,
but I am assured that the Holy Spirit
resides inscrutably inside my soul.
It's an intimate feeling of contentment;
a promise fulfilled.
When I seek inspiration to write,
the Holy Spirit provides.
When I vow dedication to the work,
confirmation is received.
When I experience difficulty,
comfort is given.
© 2022 Richard Havenga
