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Love Letter #62: After the Sorrow

I left you wildflowers
every day in December,

but, thirty-one days is not long enough
to define the softness of your smile,
the gentleness
that lies within your spirit,

your love without condition,
even after the sorrow
rains upon your intentions
each time heads turn; fall
into the arms of another.

I sing psalms each evening
before my head hits the pillow,
but words are not enough
to love you;

to show you my heart.

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Twenty-Eight Days of Adjectives

I felt you slip away
in january winds-

watched birds
gathering twigs
for your fortress
out of heartbeat’s
range,

but, we still reverberate

(( love. ))

In your absence,

bells chime
in the distance.

~
~~~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 was determined to finish

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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.

~
~~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.

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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.

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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.

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In the Pause of Winter

I.
As footsteps fade,
I am left with my thoughts,
and feelings fall like dreams do
when it rains blue.
In the silence, my lips seek solace
from words not uttered aloud,
but through breaths
from one breaking heart
to another.

II.
There is a comfort, unseen
within these walls; a warmth-
his arms around the length of me;
tresses curled and twisted
into infinite circles; a bond,
like the ring on my finger
in this cloud-soft existence;
love filling every empty space.

III.
Retracing steps is futile
to progression
weakening the desire to fly.
These wings are tattered,
beaten down, but this will
cannot be muted.
Like the cardinal who revisits
in the dead of winter,
I will resurface, shining
for when I am weak,
I am strong.

~

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

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

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Covenant

In the valley, it is quiet, barren.
All the birds you were feeding
upon the mountain no longer come
for crumbs. Sparseness separates
friend from foe, and when color drains
to the pale of dreamlessness,
shadows fill the empty corners
but, when the air clears,
you can hear the soft whisper
of faithfulness; the tender touch
of one who wants nothing
and in the darkness, you find comfort
in a tender place where only love remains

~

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

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