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Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
“Jokes from the Hole”
Posted in Poetry on September 17, 2008 | 3 Comments »
9/11/08
Posted in Poetry on September 11, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I find it amazing and yet disturbing that just a handful of images from this day, 7 years ago, can still bring a shiver of fear into my heart and tears to my eyes.
My day will be filled with prayers. For healing, for peace and for remembrance.
I may just be feverish…
Posted in Poetry on September 3, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I’m too sick to blog but my son wrote a poem about his childhood (he’s 11) that I think is fabulous:
I am From by Trevor T.
I am from little stuffed lambs
with cute fuzzy ears and a bell in his tail
hidden away for me to find
I am from my grandpa and uncle
building me a wood play set [...]
Visiting Family
Posted in Poetry on August 13, 2008 | 5 Comments »
Well, I’ve been a little quiet lately as I have been dealing with some big things (both good and bad) and doing more internal processing than usual. But I’m leaving tomorrow for Montana to spend 4 fabulous days with my sister, her husband and their new baby. My sister hasn’t quite entered this century and [...]
Monday, July 28th, 2008
Posted in Poetry on July 28, 2008 | 1 Comment »
This was included in a birthday card and I felt it appropriate to share:
Keeping Watch
by Anonymous
In the morning
When I began to wake,
It happened again -
That feeling
That You, Beloved,
Had stood over me all night
Keeping watch,
That feeling
That as soon as I began to stir
You put Your lips on my forehead
And lit a Holy Lamp
Inside my heart.
Sometimes
Posted in Poetry, tagged anti-depressants, depression, Poetry on July 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Sometimes
the darkness
still invades my mind.
Inventing a misery
a heartache deep and painful.
Sometimes,
like cobwebs
it can be simply brushed aside
Sometimes,
its like a blizzard
blinding and disorienting.
The drugs
clear the haze from my thoughts
quelling my emotions,
Sometimes
I live
Posted in Poetry on July 4, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I live
a circle of adversity
my bones are broken and I
am on my knees
does He see?
Sorrow engraved on my features
so hard
to let go, to let Him in
the dirty spaces of my
soul
shattered
my heart is so heavy
and cries out
does He hear?
I reach with weary arms
turning my face to the
sun
seeking His touch, His warmth
while I pray
for rain to make [...]
Dear God,
Posted in Poetry on July 4, 2008 | 2 Comments »
When a child passes away
does she go to heaven?
Of all my questions
this is the most pressing.
For the child in me
has died
and I hope she is resting
in blissful peace
with You.
Friends
Posted in Poetry on July 2, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Out of darkness
hope blooms
shining
into the deepest corners
I’m broken down
He builds me up
sending His children
to wrap His arms
around me
unbelievable love
poured onto my wounds
many shoulders
to carry the weight
drawn again and again
to Him
the surest love
I’ll ever know
Grief
Posted in Poetry on July 1, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The twinkling lights in your eyes
are overshadowed by your grief
as the sun is blotted
out by the impending storm
lightning breaks the sky
and thunder rolls over
your cries
the rain washes the tears from your cheek
but cannot rinse the torment
from your soul
the small box
her final bassinet
disappears under thin muddy streams
we are cold and wet, but
she is not
Pastor
Posted in Poetry on July 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Often life
truth like poetry read
according to perspective
darkens to the horizon
prayer
compassion
an outside view
shifts the weight
bursts of levity
off-hand
or at careful moments bring
ephemeral smiles through tears
shepherding the dark dejected
toward the light
Dependence
Posted in Poetry on July 1, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Stripped
of even the notion of independence
left only with my pride
a poor armor
sheilding His face from me
but weakening beneath my need and brokenness
Stubborn saints
weilding hammers
surrounding my wall
hacking away until all my ugliness
is exposed
thoroughly humiliated I weep
Impossibly
Love embraces me
smiling into my dark
and pointing out the hidden beauty
Love holds my hand and wipes my tears
Desperately lost on my [...]
He said
Posted in Poetry on June 30, 2008 | 2 Comments »
He said my eyes were dripping
he didn’t understand
I was crying
a heart can only stand
so many bruises
before the muscle begins to tear
and bleed
my eyes are dripping because
the pain is unbearable
salty tears
burning my eyes
leaving fiery rivulets on my
cheeks
but I smile through the pain
because
he said my eyes were dripping
Rainy Day
Posted in Poetry on June 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A white umbrella
shielding me only from the ceiling
this not-quite outdoor cafe
with A/C and carpeting
folks talking animatedly
and others (and me) bent
over our pretend business
minding my own
will we change the world today?
maybe someone will blow up
the roof and let
the rain inside
Dirt
Posted in Poetry on June 28, 2008 | 1 Comment »
dirt under my fingernails
stains on my soul
I could never wash
enough
to be clean enough for you
I don’t understand
how that
doesn’t matter to you
that everything I lack is
enough
Sunflowers
Posted in Poetry on June 27, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Sunflowers like molten gold
reflected
against popcorn clouds
waving
Waving
a long farewell
impossibly heartwrenching for
uncommon friends
Uncommon friends
across time and circumstance
willing to sacrifice all for
this love
This love
hand in hand in Christ
uniquely fluid and radiant
sunflowers like molten gold
Poem
Posted in Poetry on June 26, 2008 | 2 Comments »
When life hurts
there exists a certain
magic
in palliative care
though not a panacea
a compassionate ear
comforting hand
my friend
the very essence of Jesus
echoed in the brilliant mirrors
of his eyes
holds more value
than the cure itself
