Category: Poetry
-
A Question About the Honeysuckle
How is it that my whole being relaxes into a state of peace when confronted with the aroma of the honeysuckle? The honesuckle wasn’t made just for me… …or, was it?
-
That’s Why I’m Smiling Now
I remember that day sitting under that enormous tree thinking about you like it was yesterday. I wonder why? No other day from so long ago remains in my mind. I never really thought you were that important to me. Maybe you never were – maybe it was that enormous tree – that tree that…
-
A Terrifying Question
Who am I … really? always seeking always searching always striving for something just beyond my reach beyond my understanding beyond my ability … Who would I be if I stopped seeking searching striving and just allowed this day to wash over me? Now, that is a terrifying question.
-
Mind of Faith – Heart Despaired
Why is there a heaviness on my heart, a catch in my throat, salt in my eyes? I believe – and truly know – that You love me and that You work all things in my life for good. In fact, that is the foundation of my faith – having experienced time and again Your…
-
Planting Seeds
My dad tended a garden that offered the best corn on the cob ever – knee-high by the 4th of July, he always used to say – but not until August could we gather at the picnic table under the apple tree to enjoy that salty and buttery corn on the cob for dinner. He…
-
I Wonder Sometimes What She Does Remember
Trudging up a monster hill muscles screaming lungs tightening mind cursing my aged body, a quick blast of deep majestic lilac wafts beneath my nose – suddenly transporting me to riding my bike swinging on swings running up our long stone driveway with a handful of purple softness to surprise my mom. Now at the…
-
Sometimes It Takes A Storm
What do they matter – all these things acquired? Trunks in storage Boxes in the attic Bins under the bed And oh, all the toys strewn throughout the house distracting from what? My past? Our present? An unknown future? Or maybe, the Truth? In my dream, I was tossed about and pulled under the sea…
-
Enough*
Will You be delighted in me when I have earned enough, lived enough, loved enough, listened enough, studied enough, bowed down enough, struggled enough, suffered enough, endured enough, cried enough, laughed enough, grown enough, learned enough, tried enough, failed enough, written enough, shared enough, forgiven enough? Will You be delighted in me then – when…
-
My Surrender
This punishment I will take. This discipline I gladly bear. Pour onto me Your storms of wisdom. Let Your winds of correction blow back my hair. I welcome the destruction Your thunderous Word will bring. I bow down in surrender to Your righteous bolts of lightning. For in the aftermath of Your surging flood, in…