It’s a miracle morning while men are mined amid cheers and tears as they emerge from rock-sealed tomb a half-mile journey from the belly of the earth where battle raged in spirit realm and God stretched out His holy arm as one and more grasped and passed from darkness into light embraced by grace. Gracias. […]
All Lined Up
Okay, so I managed to whip up this little ditty while gazing out my office window. All lined up dressed to the T’s shoulder to shoulder hip to hip and clip to clip on vinyl pews swaying in the spirit and waving praises in hallelujah colors. For One Shot Wednesday.
I See Glory
The dark begins to fade gray and the world looks like my bathroom after a shower. The fog has come on little cat feet. It sits on silent haunches and looks over the field. Waiting. In the spirit of God in the Yard, I pour a cup of coffee in my Michigan mug (I know […]
When I Consider How My Life’s Been Spent
Glynn Young asked HCB members to consider a poem that “had an impact on you, that you remember, or that you enjoyed, and write a poem about it” as an offering for the group’s Random Acts of Poetry. “What poem do you come from?” he asked. I thought and thought and thought and finally chose […]
In the Desert of the Broken Pieces
She gathered fragments of one well loved, cradled them sharp to her own shattered heart and stumbled in the desert of the broken pieces with flame-seared hopes and sorrow-melted dreams. She writhed in pain alone and bled from gaping wounds immune to a physician’s mend while clothed in shreds of tear-stained pride. She feared a […]
Buried Treasures
Diving deep I see buried treasures that swim in glory. Gogyohka poetry attempt inspired by L.F. Fiore and L.L. Barkat and offered up for One Shot Wednesday.
Cornucopia
The wave starts from the west and fans east rounds the curve and travels north rustling applause cicadas chirp-cheer geese honk above and tasseled heads bob and nod He is good abundantly. “Fields of golden grain in the land, cresting the mountains in wild exhuberance Cornucopias of praise, praises springing from the city like grass […]
Clean
Lost. That for which I no longer looked. It brought color to my day and held morning life blood rich burnt brown, but I considered it broken by another and tossed away dead to me. Now found and growing–life? I will wash it. Clean. Linked to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry.
I Find Solace
trembling heaving nose to neck and heart to heart tear damp shoulder with gentle whispers in my hair i am protectively encircled and i find solace in my husband’s arms. Linking today to Random Acts of Poetry at High Calling Blogs and One Shot Wednesday.
Pottery and Poetry
bring me that piece of pottery the one that feels like poetry whispered words that slipped from lips dry like sun-cracked earth thirsting now to touch the flow of lines and patterns in polished clay thrown and balanced on earth’s wheel brushing fingertips of soul an Adam vessel smooth and cool now centered on the […]
