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Against This Present Darkness

Eyes rise and fall
with simple shading of clouds
upon a face;
a bowed head
seeking shelter
from raging tempests;

from love’s ache.

Night comes quietly
like snowflakes in winter;
like the whisper of psalms
​ beyond candlelit curtains.

I keep your words with me
soft syllables of grace,
sweet shelter

in the midst of my storm.

~

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Charcoal Outline

If shadows could speak,
mine and yours would converse
about the fragile life
​of daffodils,

the softness of constellations
and the way light billows
through strands of our hair;

silhouettes sleeping

within the length
of one another.

~

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Morning Glory

 

Oh, light, posing promise,

                        like posies,

        picked apart, strewn;

             hidden,

        like morning glory,

 

                                blooming

                below bedroom windows.

 

Oh, jealous moon

     tempting twilight,

        with its scattered stars

 

         swirling,

 

  like the thoughts

         you left me with.

~

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Immanuel

Oh grace,
from the foundation of the world
      picked like daisies
          and scattered;
 predestined to love
                           and be loved.

Oh light
  of a single constellation
          beaming down
turning a shack to a palace;
                 fireflies
                        into adoring angels.
                                 
Oh, night,
   holy, adorned
       with his presence;
         a blessing,

undeserved, unexplained.


        this love,
             without conditions.

 

~
~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #24)

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Enter In

Take me
to that secret place
where only those dear to your heart

may enter in;

where love and compassion
fill every vessel
and light,
oh light
leads us
through corridors
without parables;

Use me.

Use every drop of my inspiration,
every ounce of passion
to illuminate the walls
the world builds.

Open gates for me

with flowered gardens
of your love.

 

~

~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #15)

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Rock Bottom

When dreams take a back seat
to destiny;
darkness hovering

like that old friend you
thought you’d never see again,
rubbing his hands together,
just before the fall.

You find out what they meant
by rock bottom;

try to crawl, scratch
and claw your way out,
when you realize

your saving grace
was there all the time
waiting to take your hand,
pull you to your feet
and wipe away the hurt.

Press in close

and let rushing winds
resuscitate tattered sails.
Breathe deep,

spread those beautiful wings
and just fly.

~
~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #7)

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Love Letter #20: Atmosphere

Notebooks full of daydreams
melt candles on window sills,
but, there’s a block…
in my flow of ink;
syllables in a conundrum
tossing out words
that fill empty spaces
running roughshod over pronouns
while adjectives take the stage
and glitter a waning, blue moon.

He said, “If only
I could see inside your head,”
I answered, “Oh, but,my heart
is so much more enticing,
Come closer.” He was shaking;
my eyes dance
and glitter a waning, blue moon.

Arms sheltered us,
like a steel umbrella,
rain untouching, daffodils
reach to tickle knees and
light as far as we can see
beckons dusk, fades stars
and glitters a waning, blue moon.

These nights are tender;
his hands, cradle my face
lips wander, curiously,
whispering sighs, kisses, soft
on repeat
while clock hands move
like breaths, like heartbeats
and glitter a waning, blue moon.

~