Simply Sunday

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TRY AGAIN

The drought spreads
dry, dusty air
into my lungs

Seeps under my skin
Hardens my heart
Oppresses my soul

I search for
A sip of water
A drop of rain

Any semblance of relief
I know it exists

That kind of help
already at work
before you even
know it is needed

A light breeze
carrying a cloud
A heavy cloud
releasing the rain

I try to sing
but the words
get caught
in the back
of my throat

You quietly whisper
I am here. Try again

One note carries another
and soon, a melody emerges
from a time long gone-
Restoring body, heart, mind, and soul

“He hides my soul in the cleft of the rock that shadows a dry, thirsty land.” Fanny Crosby

Carried Home

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White and wispy
they floated upward
from the horizon
into the wide blue

Like snowy doves
wings spread wide
in a recurring
pattern of flight

Worries that held
tight to my heart
began to fade-

Not withdrawing
but loosening their grip

Funny how peace occupies
the most curious spaces
requiring only moments
before offering relief

I may have been
driving my car
but it was the clouds
that carried me home

The Daffodil and Me

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Buried deep in the earth
surrounded by fertile soil
a cycle of moisture
and warmth from
an unseen source above

Encouraging the tiniest of stretches

Baby roots begin
to reach while
grounded- In chorus,
ready to follow
an unknown path

The hard work of
seed to sprout-
The patience of
bud to flower
while weathering storms

Until the sun affectionately
lifts her lovely face
toward the sky
begging the question

What comes next?

This poem is from my collection The Space Between Clouds.

Simply Sunday

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IN THE CLOUDS

Posed on a calm
quiet breeze
or shouted
in frantic storms
the question remains the same

Do you see me?

My soul longs
to slow down
to be still
Locking my eyes on
the whole of you

Do you see me?

Recognizing the purpose
provided in your design
whether serene or inclement
Answering your question
as you answer mine

Yes! There you are! I see you!

Simply Sunday

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CLEANSING RAIN

Cold, heavy rain falls
No end in sight
A constant hum
forcing quiet
contemplation

The sound of troubles
being washed away
Cleansing the
Cluttered
Landscape

Reminding my heart
even while we live
under the same sky
our needs vary place
to place, day to day

If this day found you
weary, parched or hollow
May it leave you
refreshed, quenched
and overflowing


I am grateful for the opportunity to share my poetry this afternoon at Tidewater Winery in Drumright, OK. I wanted to share one of the poems I will be reading with you.❤️

I have been absent from WordPress lately- just life- and have missed reading your words. I plan to get back in a routine soon.


Simply Sunday

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Some days call for revisiting, revising, and then sharing again. Today is one of those days. Sending Love. 💙

Living Kindness

Thirst quenched
with a cup
of cool water

Hunger eased
with a tasty
morsel of food

Fears calmed
within the warmth
of safe shelter

Hands in
desperation
seeking to survive

Hands in
kindness
seeking to share

Hand to heart
Heart to hand
Soul to soul

Doorways opened
Pathways cleared
Kindness lived out

Simply Sunday

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Little Lights

I remember catching them as a child-
We called them lightning bugs

Our own personal lanterns
inside glass canning jars

We poked holes in
the metal lids so
they could breathe

Our innocent attempt at compassion

Still, there was a strange
sadness seeing them
up close, held captive

Perhaps because lights,
ours and those belonging
to the lightning bugs, are
meant to shine as we are going

Felicitous Fissure

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A heavy haze dimmed
the morning sun-
Smoke from distant fires

Your sudden appearance
displayed a momentary
ray of light

A welcome distraction
from the dusty horizon

I thought you were alone-
Standing, innocent,
out in the open

The lovely green field
a perfect contrast
with your soft tan coat

Then I saw the other-
Your sibling, perhaps?

Barely visible, camouflaged
by a patch of tall grass,
as if hiding

An early morning game
of hide-and-seek?

Do soft, tan fawns
play hide-and-seek?

The thought causes me
to smile as I
continue driving

Hopeful I will soon
break through the
gauzy veil threatening
to steal my breath

An unexpected fissure
begins to form as I
imagine you hopping
into the tall grass-I found you!

Simply Sunday

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Some days were made
for cloud watching

Days when light and
shadow compete at
such an intense level

They almost
overwhelm
the imagination

Those days when the world is moving so fast

And it feels impossible
to slow
down
and
breathe

Look up! Make it a day
for cloud watching
And if the clouds are few,
close your eyes and dream

Rhetorical

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Baby clouds fade into
the dark midday sky

Ruminating on
the abandoned
wasteland below

I wonder if the clouds
noticed children
playing in the ruins?

I wonder if the world noticed?

Echoes of war mute
all signs of life. Only
children make an attempt

What if the world
saw them in the heart
of the destruction?

Would reactions be
powerful enough to
soften hardened souls

To finally protect the
innocent long enough
to clear away the rubble

We all know the answer
As do the clouds

We have seen the children
No longer playing
No longer living

And the rubble remains