In the Beginning

Color us unique
creations from your hands-

from dust
to flowered symmetry;
each blooming

to fill your garden

of love.

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Day 5

I am writing a poem a day from November 26, 2020 through December 25, 2020 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is my 5th year of doing this series and I feel so blessed!❤️

Look Up

Obstacles in my path
pushing, pushing,
but my feet are planted,
pointed forward;

chasing the light.

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Day 4

I am writing a poem a day from November 26, 2020 through December 25, 2020 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is my 5th year of doing this series and I feel so blessed!❤️

An Unsettling

In uncertain times,
you are my tower.
You take the tremble
from my hands;
turn an unsettling
into tranquil rivers.

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Day 3
I am writing a poem a day from November 26, 2020 through December 25, 2020 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is my 5th year of doing this series and I feel so blessed!❤️

First Sip

Scent of mocha
and peppermint
ignite the senses;

thoughts swirling
like the dancing periwinkles
outside my window

as I stir.

Let It Rain

Before you,
I never felt so close to the sky;
never realized muse was a song
whispered in my ear, before birth;
words, a gift to give you glory.
Now, nestled on rooftops,
I sing your praises
to anyone who will listen
hoping for showers of love
to pour more of you
into these open arms.

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Day 2

I am writing a poem a day from November 26, 2020 through December 25, 2020 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is my 5th year of doing this series and I feel so blessed!❤️

This Place of Solace

Though years of valleys;
paths trodden
by others before me,
there was always this light
in the distance

dimmed by circumstance,
in my blind-eyed wandering.

Lost, I searched aimlessly
to fill a void, to mend hearts
broken through adversity,
running through fields
hoping to flower; to flourish
without being fed,

until I surrendered,
let light fill every crevice
growing brighter
the closer you came

finding solace in your grace,
for when I am weakest,
I am strong.

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Day 1

I am writing a poem a day from November 26, 2020 through December 25, 2020 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is my 5th year of doing this series and I feel so blessed!❤️

The Twinge That Remains

Hidden away,
carefully tucked into
chapters with faded numbers
in a closed book of lament.

To Rest

Some days,
you have to muffle the noise,
quiet the sea
of thought
resting
in the promises
of his love.

There is Always

In valleys,
it’s easy to forget
dandelion wishes
whispered to heaven

returned
in answered prayers.

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Beacon

There is peace in surrender,
joy in the climb,
love in the balance
looking on,
applauding your journey;
a thousand reasons
each blooming in dandelions,
sprinkled in sun
blushing your cheeks.

Beyond oceans deep,
there’s a beacon;
a rock to lie your burdens down
and rest in the one constant
that shines through obscurity;
a lamp to your feet
in all of this uncertainty.