Poetry
Something is broken.
Today is Wednesday, the last week of school for our local children. I can’t stop thinking of the children and families of Uvalde, Texas.
Something is broken and we keep standing in it, cutting our feet, watching it repeat, our own blood staining the very hands that mother our children.
We are all broken.
Lord, hear our prayers.
May your troubles be loosened today, dear friend – may you find yourself letting go. May you be filled with grace to finish your race. May blessings arrive each morning.
something is loosening the laces of all that was tightly held white knuckles clinched fist rigid wrist something's emerging from the deep could it be courage untying the knots? fingers uncurl hope begins to swirl something sweeps through bones and veins washing away aches and pains with outstretched arm grace takes my hand things tightly held fall to the land covered by dirt nourished by soil no need to work no strife no sweat no toil troubles now are planted in the ground of grace where goodness knows how beauty grows alive in love's embrace
A morning haiku to brighten your day!
Morning sings a sweet hello, her melody sweeps the velvety sky She captures my heart with her rising light as she spreads her song of love
May the garden of your heart be in perpetual bloom!
the azaleas bloomed then blew away, the lovely pear blooms did not stay so brief is our bloom gone tomorrow before we are fully aware of the beauty we carry, the spring in our hearts the bloom in our cheeks rose petals softly fall at our feet, covered with soil, buried again to be nourished in the deep, rising in glory, the cycle of blooms
Do you look for signs of spring? In south Louisiana, the pecan tree is always the last tree to sprout buds. We like to take that as a sure sign that winter has ended, no more freezing temps, it is now safe to plant spring vegetables. Legend has it, when the pecan leaves come out, winter is finally over. But sometimes winter doesn’t give up without a fight – so we hold our breath and root for the pecan tree, rejoicing at the first sign of green, celebrating the strength of spring.
The pecan leaves have sprouted, always the last to emerge. Legend foretells this is the sign of spring, the promise that winter is over. That was before climate change: all bets are off now. This morning a powerful north wind blew, chilling the air threatening to tear off the tender tufts of green shaking the limbs of the steadfast pecan tree yet the baby leaves held, clutching momma's fingers and momma wouldn't let go; the green remained evidence of the strength of spring in the face of power proof that winter must finally blow away
There’s more than one way to celebrate Easter – wishing all of you peace and blessings today!
the sun finally came out the wind kicked up her heels trees danced to the rhythm of a bird chorus, insects hummed a steady underline as barking dogs joyfully joined the symphony a piece of tin from an old storage shed rattled and banged a perfect percussion green blades of grass shimmied in the warm air like hula dancers a rustle of new leaves rose and fell like applause, it was quite a show this spontaneous spring performance in the mysterious world of nature leaving gifts of peace and contentment the music of heaven filled the hearts of every creature with ears to hear may we hear the music and be blessed, may our souls be at rest, may we receive all the goodness life has to offer filled to overflowing expanding and growing living and giving life loving and beloved on this Easter Sunday afternoon
This message is for all of us – a reminder to get up each morning and keep going.
For every one who walks the line between beauty and the broken For every seeker who takes the time to look for the good in life For every hunter of lasting treasure buried beneath the ordinary For every runner falling short of the finish line For every dashed dream leaving its stain of disappointment For every broken heart gathering its pieces to be sown like seeds of hope For every warrior who has lost his way May you stand in the presence of light today May you walk in the company of everlasting joy May you rise each morning and begin again Keep walking, keep moving, keep going, dear friend
A poem for anyone who has ever put pen to page – may you know the power of the pen.
my pen is my voice a silent voice streaming ink-covered thoughts across the page my pen speaks softly words wrapped in truth like breath flowing through moving lips the kiss of language pressed from person to person, blessing upon blessing soundless messages quietly welling up as the eyes read the words again and again the power of the pen
This is for everyone fighting a hard battle: may victory come today.
Add a little sunshine to chase the shadows away Throw in a dose of kindness to keep the monsters at bay If you want to slay a dragon begin with the light of day Fly high the flag of victory as the nightmare fades away Let hope take wing and angels sing Go forth and conquer this day
This is a short story in verse, about ordinary brilliance and the inner light we carry. It is a reminder that all of us are light bearers – we are made to shine.
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