This is for the hopeless romantic with a morning star in your eyes!
I saw Venus the brightest morning star shining in the sky a dazzling beacon rising to new heights her radiance calling poets in this month of love Valentine is smitten by the lady from above
This is a lament for those restless, sleepless nights of anxious thoughts and ruminations.
My thoughts are swimming laps in my head, back and forth as I lay in bed. Sleep is hovering just out of reach, back and forth like waves on a beach. Oceans of worries roll in like a tide, back and forth, eyes open wide. No lullaby, no gentle song, my thoughts keep me awake all night long.
This is for you, dear reader. I write the words for you.
I write the words that bubble up from some mysterious spring deep inside me. I write the words that rise from my heart as I lift my eyes to the heavens and witness awe-inspiring artwork displayed across the sky. I write the words I hear in the crickets, the bullfrogs, the call of the hawk and the squawk of the geese. I write the words I see written on the wings of the butterfly, on the trunk of the tree, in the contrails of the jet plane. I write the words I hear in the voice of my heartbroken neighbor, my grieving friend, my hopeful coworker. I write it all down and give it all away to fall upon the ears and hearts of whosoever whosoever is in need whosoever is curious whosoever is near, available, present, receptive whosoever has eyes to see, ears to hear, a heart to love, arms to embrace whosoever has a searching mind, a seeking heart, a whimsical smile, a pocketful of wishes whosoever never noticed in our hustle-bustle world, the whispers in the wind, or the shapes in the clouds, or the chatter of birds, or the beauty of my words I write it down for you to see the things I see in hopes that in the noticing you will be blessed with the gift of peace.
On those misty gray days, I offer a prayer for peace.
Dear Lord, on this misty rainy morning I feel so tired, my eyes want to close, my thoughts want to drift away sinking into oblivious rest, quiet breaths letting the world go by with its struggles and war with its hunger and demands, with its oppression and obsession for more, more, more, never sated this angry world with spittle flying, launching insults like missiles. Gather this world in Your arms like a feral cat softly stroking her raised fur until her throat relaxes with a sigh and a purr and her claws retract, the arch leaves her back as her eyes quietly close a kitten in repose
Take these bones and rebuild my life, renew my vigor and let me survive. Take this heartbeat and pay the price, renew my strength with Your breath of life.
This is a poem for when the world feels too big. May you always be grounded in love.
"Grounded" when the winds of terror threaten to sweep me out to space let me remember gravity let my feet embrace solid ground when the world feels too big and the vastness of the sky pulls me too far beyond let my feet remind me I am stable where I stand I am safe and down to earth I am grounded in love
This is for all of us who have to live with personal limitations, who have to say no to so many things due to the way we are made, who can’t change our fingerprints but still have the urge to try, and who feel bad when we can’t keep up with others.
May we remember we still have goodness to offer in this life.
"Limitations" sometimes I have to disappoint people but there is none more disappointed than I am in myself I'm weary of all these flaws and weaknesses that stick like glue these anxieties and limits that cannot be overcome every "no" is soaked in sorrow, rued in regret my past is littered with failed attempts to be something I'm not acceptance has a hefty price it costs me the belief that if only I try harder, I will win is it the world who demands too much, or am I the one at fault? I can tell of all the things I am not, but I don't know who or what I am oh, give me strength for daily living let me find gifts for loving and giving let my "no" and my limits fall softly without hurting the ones I love let me live according to design and have the courage to say it's enough it's enough to be myself
A poem for all of those longings that seem ready to burst at the beginning of a new year.
They are there I can feel them quiver with anticipation those nameless wants so tired of being pushed down pricked like bubbles caught on thorns swatted like pesky mosquitoes that cannot stop buzzing buried under blankets locked within a chest as far from the heart as possible within the human frame while attention is splintered like sawdust and scattered among a million pressing demands and hunger is suppressed by distraction our longings go unfed. I can hear them singing those hidden hopes covered in neglect the day has come they'll be silent no more our dreams are rising like stars in the night their light is glowing a new day is dawning when our eyes lift upward and we finally see they are there, our secret longings bursting like fireworks at the first of the year we see and we hear them we can make them come true we can let them run loose let them fly to the sky let us follow our dreams across the new year let them lead the way to a glorious new day.
This prayer is written in haiku format to express heartfelt need.
Oh Maker of all things, my greatest need is You. Answer when I call. Respond when I reach out, reply when I pour out my heart full of need. As You scroll through my messages, don't discard them like yesterday's mail. See my face, look at my heart and know that I am nothing without you. Let me see Your face let me look at Your heart and know that You are God. Let me receive Your grace, let me feel Your love, let Your healing touch come. For You are my God, Oh Maker of all things, my greatest need is You.
A poem for those colorless days when the world looks like a black and white photograph.
The world is etched in black-and-white a charcoal painting, an old-time movie of simpler days The streets are empty, the houses asleep The trees watch in silence as time passes by unmarked by clocks and schedules Time is released from her boundaries free to roam untethered on this black and white day where winter has come to play
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