Whisper of Calm

Youth feels immortal,
decisions, insignificant
bell bottom melodrama,
we danced with uncertainty
hitchhiked to tomorrow,

past, spinning like an old vinyl,
faded covers, skipping
on our favorite song.
I thought I knew it all,
seen it all, then,
naivety, my wardrobe
I walked out
on to shaky ground.

Woke up years later
sun seemed to have faded
leaving a cloud as my shadow
and the sick feeling of failure

until a whisper of calm
swept over me like a sea breeze
on a rain soaked afternoon
filling all the empty places,
patching this heart,
with threads of poetry

reverberating
all of the reasons
I was planted here.

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.Day 6: I am writing a poem a day from November 24- December 25 to celebrate Jesus birth. This is the 7th year I have done this and it is such a blessing ❤

View From the Valley

There’s no denying
this beauty
surrounding us;
lilac fields, green pastures,
yellow sun;
our lineage
making mountains move.

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.Day 5: I am writing a poem a day from November 24- December 25 to celebrate Jesus birth. This is the 7th year I have done this and it is such a blessing ❤

When Your Ink Fills My Pen

When Your Ink Fills My Pen

I don’t mind
being an unpopular voice
of reason
or vacant chairs on cold nights
when your message
is the least favorite topic
on the table,

(even though
it is you who fills it.)

There is a silence in this room
an inclination to run

and when they do,
you pick me up,
hush the words
that say
“ It must be me.
Was it something I said?”

by saying , “my daughter,
It’s not about numbers,
it’s all about love

and the one who stays.”

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I am writing a poem a day from November 24- December 25 to celebrate Jesus birth. This is the 7th year I have done this and it is such a blessing ❤

Jagged Edges

Two days behind,
a stack of books unread,
cards, unmailed,
obligations waiting in line;
flashing sign says:
“Take a number.”

Tomorrow is Monday
and I feel like clay,
being molded,
put back on the fire.
More time on the wheel,

another inspection
jagged edges, revealed
softened, but still
a little cracked,

but a little less broken.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 24- December 25 to celebrate Jesus birth. This is the 7th year I have done this and it is such a blessing ❤ ( this is day 3. so I am late, but thank you Jesus for your grace. Catching up tonight and I will be back on track! )

An Offering

There is a restlessness in my spirit,
ideas blooming to a flicker of light;

word stems forming bouquets,
dancing syllables sashaying
to the tick of a 3 am clock.

I could wrestle the urge to art,
attempt to tuck in adjectives,
pull the blanket up high,
but the gentle nudges
will always win me over

acknowledging
a would-be annoyance
as his undeniable gift.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 24- December 25 to celebrate Jesus birth. This is the 7th year I have done this and it is such a blessing ❤ ( this is day 2. so I am late, but thank you Jesus for your grace. Catching up tonight and I will be back on track! )

Echo

Carrying tulips
to lie at your feet;

this small voice
attempting to echo
a fraction
of your love.

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**I am writing a poem a day from November 24- December 25 to celebrate Jesus’ birth. This is the 7th year I have done this and it is such a blessing ❤ ( this is day 1. so I am late, but thank you Jesus for your grace. Catching up tonight and I will be back on track)

Gathering Stones

These wheels keep turning
to the beats of my heart;
racing two steps ahead
of the words that flow;

monochromatic ribbons
painting a path uphill.

Breathe halfway up,
glance behind
where objects seem so small
and insignificant.
Gusts attempt to pull you back,
but your feet are planted
in good soil.