For His Child

You are chosen,
hand picked like a flower
from all the finest fields, blooming
and even when you chose to wander,
he ran after you, left the ninety-nine
longing for your sweet soul to sing.

Who could love you more than this;
chase you to to the ends of the Earth
shower you with blessings
shake fruit from trees
to color the pink in your cheeks?

These words are for you
to hold close to your chest
on loneliest nights,
to breathe in when you can’t
to cling to
and never let go.

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“You are altogether beautiful, my love.
There is no flaw in you.”

Song of Solomon 4:7

No Approval Needed

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. ❤️)

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! ❤️

Love Letter #94: Fly

For wildflowers, she flew
without a parting word
of kindness

or a love tap
to ease the blow,
but he knows her heart,
every broken piece
like the hairs on her head.

When evening comes,
silence is deafening
with only the glimmer of lights
red, green and blue, twinkling
like his handmade sky.

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

Love Letter #86: Pulse

I.
I want to know
the secrets of you;
the language you speak
only to my heart,
in whispers
silent as trees,
but penetrating.

II.
I press into barren places,
hear the pulse of life;
reflections of symphonies
reverberating
like the alliteration
of tongues.

III.
Your chords rest
between piano keys
as I change positions;
searching your word
for mysteries;

I’m listening…

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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 12

Love Letter #72: Still

I want to feel the sun
reckless upon my face,
unguarded, like wildflowers;
like blades of grass
slipping through cement cracks.
Let the morning bleach my hair,
tame my fingers with rings
of rainbows and dew
and when evening comes,
let constellations
encircle my silhouette;
leave me blushing love
like poetry to the moon.

Rethinking Sticks and Stones

Past springs forth
like seasons
when words flowed
from indifferent lips.

Residue travels through thoughts,
clings to ribs like a constant ache;
last messages sent, letters unopened-
marked “return to sender,”
and your last words still sting-
burn all the way down

like alcohol;

like my eyes
on Father’s day.

Spectator

Should stars need realignment,
flowers, sprinkles of sunlight,
trees seek wind,

could I just lay
in your shadow

dancing to the rhythm?

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Changing Seasons

Kissed by golden ribbons ,sway
etched by tranquil evening stars;

carefully chosen,
placed softly in bouquets;

displayed as art,

tossed,
fallen,
broken
forgotten,
faded,

wilted around the edges,

tossed upon pine;
blown, scattered,
risen,

placed softly in his hands.

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Day 24 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them.

Creation

Just a sprinkle from your fingers
brings dreams to fruition;
sundays delicately flow
like newborn calla lilies
muting the sounds of earth;

thoughts softly spread love notes
across miles of soil, catching breeze,
blowing dandelion dust
over the face of the flowering
like the day you breathed us
into existance.

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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 26.

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

Golden Threads Between Us

The heart is such a fragile vessel
pulsing pain through arteries,
red like the rose of friendship;
of love. Oh, love
is a sorrowful noun,
the most beautiful predicate

in the middle of our sentence.

You paid the ultimate cost;
shed petals for our transgressions.
Your feelings fell;
dripped from thorns
after all the blossoms
were gone.

The same star filled December skies
and cried , why, why, why
and you answered sweetly
without reservation,

that this was destiny.

The cardinal at my window
drowns out sounds
of my aching, reverberating
through the empty corridors
of past tremblings

proverbial knots
in my stomach
in golden threads
between us,
that bind my muse
to thoughts of you,

and that four letter word
keeps following behind
just close enough
to sink into my spirit
and flow in and back out

like love always does.

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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 17.