Author: Piano girl

Wife, mom of three, friend, teacher, pianist. Learn from the past, live in the moment, hope for the future.

Simply Sunday

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Imprints

The essence of its spirit,
elegant and strong,
left an imprint in the
afternoon clouds

I must have missed
Its graceful flight

Even the breeze was
unable to diminish the
wondrous wingspan or
stifle the sense of awe
captured by the clouds

Only as my journey ended
and I turned toward home,
did the image dissipate,
leaving delicate feathers
to float above the horizon

One enduring message-
Though no longer visible,
my spirit remains nearby-
Only close your eyes
and open your heart

“…but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭40‬:‭31‬ ‭NIV‬‬

A Kind Hello

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As I stepped out of my car,
the sound of ocean waves
filled my head-Effortless,
sea swells flowed in and out

I could almost smell
the salt water

A sudden realization-
I’m in the middle of
Oklahoma-No ocean here

But the sound was distinct
Was my mind playing tricks?
Or was it a memory trying
to make its way home

The breeze gently laughed
as it wound its way through
a nearby avenue of pines

Branches gracefully swayed
back and forth-Their greeting,
a perfect likeness to ocean waves

I suppose a kind Hello!
holds joy no matter the
language or the messenger

Simply Sunday

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The reasons are many,
both logical and emotional.
Reasons we hesitate to speak
the names of those we miss.

Concern about how
Others may respond, or
how we ourselves may react.

Yes, emotions can be unpredictable,
But it is imperative to remember.

It reminds us of the immense
capacity of our hearts
to hold love along with grief.

So, go ahead, speak their
names. Let the sound of
Memories wash over you.

Echoes of a Season

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The last of the Fall leaves
let go, falling to the ground
Bare branches stretch,
reaching toward the Sun

Wonders hidden in the
heart of the tree, protected
from the elements at
their most vulnerable,
now sit in plain sight

A carefully woven nest that
once held delicate eggs,
patient parents and fragile
chicks-now, its walls hold
only the echoes of life

The cracking of shells
by tiny beaks, little chirps
sweetly announcing
We have arrived!
Sleeping, eating, growing, learning to fly

Whether the leaves,
The mama bird, or
each of us-Letting go is difficult
But, oh, what wonders
wait to be revealed

May my hands always
stretch toward the Light
as my heart remains open
to that which needs protecting-
Even when only for a season

Happy Christmas Eve! ❤️💚

Simply Sunday

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Photo by Paul Porter

Always a welcome guest
Your brightness,
not to be ignored

As you gently alight
on the fence
I catch my breath

You seem to smile as
Snowflakes land on
your scarlet feathers-
A perfect contrast

Perhaps that is why
You so often shake
me out of my grief

Taken back by your beauty,
I sweetly reminisce
And for just a moment,
See the faces of those I miss

Bits of Rock

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Suddenly, it was dark

Only moments before, I
watched the sky transform
from grayish-blue
to pinkish-orange

But now, from this vantage,
The sky is pitch-black

Strange, how artificial light,
created to erase darkness, actually
blocks billions of brilliant lights

Lights that serve as a guide
through the darkness

Could it be that progress
keeps us from the wonder
of lying on our backs,
the hardness of the ground
underneath us, unnoticed

Watching the bright lights
from dying bits of rock fly
across the night sky

Greetings

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A gentle wave from
soft pink threads
across the morning sky

Trees smiling from
their reflection in
the rippling river

Four tiny birds
playing leapfrog
on a high wire

Sunbeams dancing
through clouds to
touch my face

Greetings arrive in many forms
Traveling from varying locations

An apricot sunset
smiling in assurance
of a day well-lived

Its warmth surpassed
only by your smile as
you walk the path
toward my heart

Simply Sunday

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Giving

Little hands carry
the decorative box
that once held carefully
wrapped treasures

Now, only tissue paper,
red and green,
remains inside

Little hands carry the pretty
box, freely offering to
each in their turn

“Here, I got this present for you.”

The same box,
once holding, now held-
The priceless treasure of
learning to give

Frosty

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The early frost’s attempt to
highlight the remaining blades
of grass was quickly
thwarted by an intrusive
morning mist.

But even the mist was
unsure of its place
in the day’s landscape.
There was no line to
distinguish between it and
the lowering clouds.

A brief feeling of panic
eased as the morning
wrapped around me
like a cozy blanket.

Only my eyes, nose, and
mouth visible. And,
of course, my breath-
adding to the frosty
warm surroundings.

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