Flicker

You cover me from every angle,
your warmth flowing through me,
twirling ‘round my silhouette
like a whirlwind of love
to soothe the ache;
a lamp amidst the darkness
flickering love notes

to tame the waves
still to come.

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Day 6 – a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month

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! ❤️

Peace

There’s a piece of my soul missing
just ‘round the curve of my heart
where words lay, misread;

record skipping
on “I will always,”

but, his promises
cover me in feathers;
leave me resting
in the peace of his love.

~

~Penning a poem a day from today November 22 through December 25th, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 12

Love Letter #85: Old Flame

You entered in
through a crack in the door;
warm, like sun;
dust of stars in your hand-
scent of petals fill the room,
lingering

like the love of an old flame;
embers glistening in my tresses.

You give me solace
when ties are severed,
steadiness when I slip;
let me shine, in your light
when the world is dim.

You say, come
when I am left, alone
wild as the flowers you planted,
red as your love.

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~Penning a poem a day from today November 22 through December 25th, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 10

The Way

Sorrow is a kind of sickness
you can’t take a pill to cure.
No elixir grandma use to spoon out
can ease the pain, the heartache.
All the advice you gave others
echos in your own head,
spinning,

until you fall into the arms
of the only remedy
thanking sweet Jesus
for being your safe place to land.

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*Penning a poem a day from today November 22 through December 25th, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 4

Love Letter #79: Stowaway

As I looked across the table at him,
my soul, a two way mirror-
heart dissected, chastised
like love often is,
deflated, misunderstood
like the rhythm
of crashing cymbals
in a poet’s head at 3:00 am.

Everything seems dark these days
fists raging against the wind,
teeth clenched.
He runs beside the train,
she drops her backpack to her feet,
relaxes her face muscles;
exhales.

We still flow like a river,
soft, steady ripples
like my skin
in the wake of his fingers.

The Colors Mornings Make

They never understood my smile
as we passed blooming yellow daffodils
sprinkled with morning; petals reborn
each dawn, like my heart when we awaken;

sunlight breathing through curtains
blue as the peace I find in your words.

Transformation

Take a breath and let it go.

Climb that mountain
and leave your valleys
far behind;

the nectar of wildflowers
flowing like sweet perfume

of his presence

filling your senses
like meadows
we tiptoed through.

You lead
and I will follow
fingers fumbling
through the words
of your book,

every syllable
leaving an imprint

of love upon my heart.

Love Letter #61: Red

There are two days remaining
then where shall I fly?
Your words are still on my lips
stained red and forgiven.
I see them drop like flies
when I speak your name,
but you have seen this too
and fell, striped, thorned
without even a rose left
soft upon your skin
so why should I blink an eye,
here, in this dark realization
as I awaken,
soft hearted, like you,

beaten,
but not broken

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~~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 31.
I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but am determined to finish even if I am behind.

Surrender

There is a tremble in
2:00 a.m. quietude;
thunder when there is no storm,
weeping in the wake of senses,
a sweet song in the wind

and a fragrance of flowers
in the midst of prayer.

I see waves of consciousness
in the flutter of lashes
to the name lips murmur
when hope trickles

and we are forced to face
the truth.

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~~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 29.

I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but am determined to finish even if I am behind.

Pounding the Keys

I left the door open;
standing at attention
for whatever it is
you would have me do.
Sleep called me
and I asked dreams
to dance me a revelation.
There it lay on the table;
a pen and a blank page
and shadowing in the corner,
that old Underwood typewriter
he gave away;
another piece of my heart
ripped out,
but you always patch me up,
and send me back out there
to step over the rubble
to sigh out a testimony;

Once a poet,
always a poet.

~
~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 28.

I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but am determined to finish even if I am behind.

After the Tears Run Out

I hear myself echo,
and dreams
seem to slip through my fingers
like sand did
when we were smiling.

Late, when I let my hair down;
when feelings fall,
lips form your name-
the only name
that touches me;
moves mountains,
sways treetops

with a sigh of wind.

I can’t take a step
without the calm of you;
the tenderness of your grace
upon limp shoulders
when my head falls
upon yours.

Sleep comes
after the tears run out
but morning
is like your smile;

warmth
through the length
of my tresses
assures my heart
that your love shines,
beams,
dresses my cheeks,
seeps into every crevice;

your love,

never fails.