Find me a soft spot
on the earth,
a place where only kindness falls
and no one ever gets hurt.
Like the leaves in autumn,
kindness cushions cold ground;
wafting down,
like God's love settling,
in solace
all around...
"Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him." Psalm 34:8 My poetry on this site is personally honest - but hopefully its heart is that of Him. The poems are labeled with the four season names - summer, spring, fall, winter, in keeping with the emotion - you may wish to only visit the expression you feel you want at this time. May these writings support you on your journey. Blessings as you read....
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Life's Music - fall
every moment of life
is music -
exists in some emotion
sings with some manner of voice
senses each pulse of time
revealing truth in the telling
-
every moment of life
is music -
feel life's sound;
how is it moving in you
right now?
is music -
exists in some emotion
sings with some manner of voice
senses each pulse of time
revealing truth in the telling
-
every moment of life
is music -
feel life's sound;
how is it moving in you
right now?
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Life's Music - fall
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Too Small - fall
seemingly nonsensical
all throughout my life,
decisions I alone have made
based on fight or flight;
ends not knotted,
seams that were frayed,
no one ever seeing the garment
that together they made,
examining pieces far too small,
like taking one verse from a Bible full of scripture,
trying to make sense of it all,
while ignoring the Bigger Picture.
all throughout my life,
decisions I alone have made
based on fight or flight;
ends not knotted,
seams that were frayed,
no one ever seeing the garment
that together they made,
examining pieces far too small,
like taking one verse from a Bible full of scripture,
trying to make sense of it all,
while ignoring the Bigger Picture.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Mention Me
Mention me
once in awhile
with a laugh
and with a smile.
Always taking with you
some of what we've shared
and through life's times, connecting,
as once we did, back there.
dedicated to Amy McVay-Abbott
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