Love Letter 98: Fine Line

I feel you in the distance
reaching, spilling love
in shades of periwinkle
and orchid in bloom;

your brush,
painting landscapes,
breathing skies to life;

my feet finding solace
in steps you left
for me to follow;
majestic, perfect
and too big to fill.

I walk a fine line
in fields of lavender,
rising, falling,

catching myself
in metaphor
and alliteration,

floundering

like a poem
out of breath.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 37….This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed!
(this series should be over, but God says continue until the end of the year. I gladly complied. ❤️)

Perspective

I see reflections of clouds
caressing mountains,
sun kissed flowers

and life

through a waterfall.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 37….This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed!

(this series should be over, but God says continue until the end of the year. I gladly complied. ❤️)

Compass

I know there is a purpose
for this direction;
this pain in my heart.

One step forward,
two steps back,

-but you meet me here-

In the eye of the hurricane,
you bring calm.

Peace is a gift you give
to those who bring you
close.

You pull me in,
carry me
in all my brokenness,
patch me up
for the battle

as you whisper
that I’m never alone.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 36 …

The series should be over but I felt God saying no… do it until the end of the year 😊

This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️

Falling Water

I hear violins
spill notes
as you envelop me
like a lotus flower
at dusk.

Stand

You called us to love,
but I feel the cold breeze of silence
blowing through our tresses
attempting to take up residence
in the depths of our hearts,

but, you called us to shine;
to shine your light
upon unsuspecting flowers
in a field of weeds;

to stand
in the eye of the storm;
bow our heads
in the face of persecution.

We bloom
within the light
of your presence,
like trees, our limbs
rise and fall
in your breath;
take shelter
in the comfort
of your love.

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(The series is supposed to be finished on Christmas, but I felt God saying to my heart, keep going until the end of the year. 🙂 )

~~I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 35…This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️

Love Letter #97: Pieces

I found myself in pieces,
again;

torn, fragile;
my colors, spilled
in swirls
around my heart,

but you rose, like the sun,
planted me in new soil
like a newborn flower

to blossom,

spilling now colors
like a rainbow, you strewn
in the middle of my storm.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 34…This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️

Beckonings

You are never far from me,
thoughts fluttering,
whispers tickling my ear;
pulling me in
to your presence.

You never tire of me;
of my tears,
my declarations
of love,

my 3:00 a.m. beckonings
just to reassure myself

you are never far from me.

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~I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 33…This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️

Oh Night, Divine!

The sky broke out in song,
a star lit the way
to a miracle of miracles.
The gifts were not wrapped
in shiny ribbons and bows,
but carried in hearts
and laid at the feet
of a tiny angel
lying in a manger.

Lay your burdens down
if even for today
and receive the gift
you won’t find in a box
under the Christmas tree;
the gift to which nothing
can compare-
his love, his sacrifice,
this gift of eternal life.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 32…This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️

Not Lukewarm

We were created
to savor gems
upon the tongue;
kiss petals,

delight

in the delicate beauty
that surrounds us.

Have we not golden sun,
rippling waters,
remnants of life
resounding in alliteration

from valley
to mountaintop?

I can’t continue
with one foot in.
Let’s leap in feet-first,
throw up our arms

and show them we are here!

Bury past regrets,
in a bonfire with sorrow,

conquer it–
and contemplate
the next chapter
of this book.

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~~I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 31…
This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️

Love Letter #96: Tides

December has never seemed so cold;
winds chilling through bone and marrow
straight through the center of a heart
like a cupid’s arrow, shot backwards.

It came as a surprise, this freeze
as smiles faded in dismay,
promises tumbled, crumbled

like stones that fell from a cliff,

but now,
the ocean is quiet and inviting
like a gentle call for peace;
like the still of silence
after the roar dissipated

into dust.

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~I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 30…
This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️

Butterscotch Candy

They say we come full circle.

I had a memory today of grandpa
and butterscotch candies.
Those were his favorite.

As I grew, naive, sweet,
like chocolate
with a soft center,
but life happened,
and I grew a tougher skin,
like grandpa after the war,
and butterscotch candy.

They say we come full circle.

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~I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 29..
This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️

The Vine

I remember making a friend
in eighth grade
after crying over a boy
at the gym lockers.
She handed me a tissue
and told me he wasn’t worth it.
Six months later,
I realized she was right.
He didn’t deserve my heart,
but, she didn’t either.
She passed by, on his arm;
his ring on her finger.

I vowed to never love,
but there you came, love,
embedded into my heart,
intentional, persistent
and you took up residence
like letters carved in an old oak,

taking root,

the vine, entangled
in blooming branches,

fruitful,
never withering away.

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am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 28…
This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️