From a distance The distance Between them Seemed Unremarkable A series of Ups and downs Over rolling hills Around sharp curves Always maintaining The appearance Of connection Perhaps it was The alternating Each taking a turn In the lead Until rest Was required And a graceful Exchange Occurred One-hand Reaching forward The other back No need for even a glance- I suppose distance was Never really a factor As their hearts Always seemed To precede Their hands
You and I have A difference Of opinion As far as Differences Of opinion go Since an opinion Is quite often Not completely Based on facts Perhaps we could Put this one aside Yes, it seems Important now Emotions heightened With every discussion But is it worth dismissing each other? Flesh and blood Heart and soul Isn’t it worth attempting a connection? If our hands could Briefly touch Surely our hearts Would follow
President Biden spoke last evening concerning the epidemic of gun violence in our country. His words expressed sadness, compassion, and anger. His call to action was passionate as well as logical.
So many lives were lost. Families destroyed. Are we so stuck and stubborn in our thoughts and opinions? Is there no room left for compromise? I refuse to believe that is true.
One glance Then a second Wrinkled brow Curious smile Where do the mountains end? Where do the clouds begin? A closer look Would perhaps Provide answers If answers are What I seek- On third glance I choose to simply wonder At how this Humble horizon Takes over my thoughts Leaves me dreaming Of sitting At the foothills Longingly Looking up Toward the highest peak Where questions cease And peace overcomes With the passing of a gentle mountain breeze
I sat with The heaviness All-day My heart wrapped In a blanket of grief The day wrapped In weeping clouds
A peak of the sun Broke my stillness Only a glance Out the window Surely I should not soak it in How could I? Amid so much suffering
That sweet sunshine Not to be ignored Determined to draw me out Shone a little brighter Bravely displaying light And shadow Simultaneously
I couldn’t keep from smiling Even as my heart Continued to cry
I participated in a writing circle yesterday facilitated by Ali Grimshaw fashlightbatteries. Time writing and sharing with this group of women was just what my heart needed. ❤️
Today, my husband and I went on a three-mile hike. It was a bit more challenging than I care to admit. 😉But the time spent with him, walking through the forest with no outside distractions, was also much-needed. I am so glad he encouraged me to keep going.
Rain stopped Dark clouds Remained Casting Shadows That left Little room For reaction Until Sunlight Pushed Through Casting Shadows Of dancing Leaves on The ground Prompting A brief smile Before Slipping back Behind the gray
I have a storage closet inside my music classroom. Shelves lining both walls hold musical instruments. There are stacks of chairs in one corner and drums in the other.
At various times in the year, certain sets come out.
There is a narrow walkway between the shelving.
More than once this school year, I’ve glanced in there with the following thought: would I be able to fit an entire class of students in here? I’m not sure. If I quickly moved some things out. But would there be enough time?
That is where I stop my spiraling thoughts. Any further, and they’d be unbearable.
Every day, I stand on the sidewalk outside my school. Along with colleagues and student volunteers, make sure kids get safely to their cars.
Several times during the year, I almost left my phone inside the building. But then one thought would invade-what if something happens? An emergency? And quickly, I’d put my phone in my back pocket.
I’m not the only one carrying the weight of such thoughts. But we rarely talk about them. Until another tragedy occurs and we realize it could have been our school, our students, or our friends.
I see the sweet faces of the Uvalde, TX victims in photos shared by loved ones. I see the desperation in the sobs of those left to mourn and question.
My heart breaks.
But my sadness quickly turns to anger as I listen to sound bites. As I hear political figures speak of rights instead of solutions, perpetrators instead of victims.
There are solutions. And please don’t tell me there are no laws or policy changes that would affect this epidemic of gun violence in our country. There are. And they are logical. Why do we refuse to take a stand in their favor? Well, that’s a matter of the heart.
Another School day Filled with Laughter Learning Love Shattered By sounds Gunshots Impact Screams Cries for help Violent deaths Followed by Silence- Children Teachers Hiding, frightened Training put Into action Training That should never Have been necessary For actions That should never Have occurred
When will we decide enough is enough? When will we choose love instead of hate? When will we weep instead of arguing?
Mourn for Innocent lives Left lying On the floor Of the very place They should have been safe
Today was our last day of school. Smiles, tears, good-byes. Ready for summer break. I drove home, exhausted. And then, I heard the news of another school shooting at an elementary school.
Listening to the reports was heartbreaking. And then there was a comment about training. The fact that students and teachers were hiding as they practiced. The same drills I have had to discuss or practice with students. It should not be this way. 💔
Such a strange Thought Forever I’m not sure it’s Understandable But certainly Beautiful I haven’t seen you in forever! Spoken with joy Spoken with regret Both can fill The same space Other times The word seals Every hole In the heart Despite lack of Understanding Will you marry me? And this is forever… Received with security Received with doubts Both can fill The same space Twenty-nine years Of forever, so far And I still don’t Fully understand But I am grateful That forever Continues To grow