Simply Sunday

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Broken hearts
Happy hearts
Both are a part
of this life

When we feel lost
waiting to be found
When we are found
hoping never
to be lost again

The heart measures
time differently

It never forgets
Being filled
Broken
Mended
Filled again

It never forgets
Growing
Loving
Beating in sync
with another

Like the tick-tock
of the clock
even though an
inaccurate gauge
where hearts
are concerned

Time is fluid
Holding all
the possibilities
of the universe
within the rhythm
of each heartbeat

Revisiting, reworking, resharing…myself or a poem. This one seems appropriate for today.

Originally published in my poetry collection, Quiet Embers-A Poetry of Faith. Available here.

Happy Sunday, friends! ❤️

Enduring Imprint

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The sky was dark
except for a few stars
and distant street lights
I watched in amazement
as the space station
flew overhead

It soared like an
undying meteorite
moving in slow motion

My eyes followed
its path until a swath
of mysterious white rays
painted on the horizon
blocked it from view

Had sun rays carved
an evening cloud bank
into evenly spaced beams?
The sun had long since
disappeared from my
little corner of the world

Long out of sight, yes
but its impact remained
quietly reminding me
of the enduring imprint
etched into my once
stilled heart by the
light of lasting Love

Eerily Clean

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Despite the upbeat music playing in my car
The drive to work was eerily quiet –

A pale brown deer stood alone
in the corner of the field I pass daily-
I barely caught a glimpse
of her head turning as I drove past

Happy and sad at the same time
A combination of feelings I understand

I don’t understand the deafening
cries to clean up the streets
simultaneously seeking to silence
the cries of hurting hearts

I don’t understand tearing a man
from the only home he knows
destroying his tent and what few
belongings he owns

So much prideful noise, such a lack
of compassion and understanding-

The streets are eerily clean, but
our hearts must answer
the frightening question
hanging stagnant in the air-

Where did the people go?

Simply Sunday

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Returning Customers

Her quiet way and
seasoned mannerisms
eased my impatience

I watched as she wrote
each order in shorthand
on paper tickets
Waited as she entered prices
one key at a time on an
old-fashioned cash register

She was part of a well-oiled
machine concerned with
service and product, not speed

Have you been here before?
Yes, this is my second visit
We love returning customers
Right, Alex? Glancing behind me
Looking back at me, she smiled
You have a beautiful smile

An unexpected compliment
while ordering lunch
I smiled back, Thank you

Forward

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Clouds could not contain
its brightness-squinting
I looked only long enough
to snap two photographs

Side by side, the difference
was slow to appear, slight
adjustment of time, seconds,
but a revelation for eternity

Closer to the light than
I could ever hope to be
flying across the sky
wings spread wide and free

Light held in clouds
yet, bright enough
to carry him forward
into the hope of his future

Second Look

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A person ahead of me
And another behind
Do they see what I see?
Take another look

Yes, it’s still there
spikes following
the curve of its head
ridges lining its back

Not a frightening creature
Quite the opposite
It seems to be smiling
Swimming in the blue

Should I roll down my window?
Shout out for all to hear?
Hey! Look at that!
Would anyone believe me?

Perhaps if I snap a picture

Simply Sunday on a Monday

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I spent the last few days in Oklahoma City at Writercon https://writercon.com/. What an amazing conference! I will share more about it later. Today, my brain needs a little rest. The following is only a drop in the bucket. 😉

Stitch in Time

My heart is full
My thoughts crowded
Words are slow to arrive

Meaningful connections
Old, new, renewed-
all held together by a thread

Perhaps a smile
Hand on a shoulder
Or a sweet hug

Each silently waiting
for the next strand
to strengthen the bond

Also, a big thank you to Raw Earth Ink! https://raw-earth-ink.com/

Crisis Averted

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The morning air was damp-
Did I brush my hair
before stepping outside?
The feeling of hurry wasn’t helpful-
funny what makes me frantic
Well, maybe not frantic
but slightly concerned-
A dying phone battery
being away from home
bringing the wrong charger-
Purchase made, crisis averted
Sitting quietly with my
tea and my thoughts
Hopefully my curious smile
reaches past my frazzled
brain and frizzy hair

Enjoying a weekend of being surrounded by fellow writers! Writercon

Learning, relearning, and someone even said unlearning. 🤍🩶

Unfolding

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Logic would say today is gray
Tell me to move on
I take a second look, then a third
Subtle color variations appear
Lines of demarcation between
Heaven and Earth seem to ripple
within the rhythm of the wind

I keep looking until a tiny
semblance of light appears
from behind wispy layers
It doesn’t last long
Only a few seconds and a smile

Darkness covers the faded colors
Now, the sky is gray
Rain begins to fall
I smile again, grateful for those
subtle variations gracing
the morning sky-Preparing me
for the slow unfolding of today

Simply Sunday

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Mysteries

A beginning so strange,
so pure and innocent.
A sweet baby
lying on its back
feet up in the air
a perfect button nose
evident in its profile-
A picture that changes
so quickly, it is like
a stretched-out cloud
that holds its shape
only until the next
breeze blows by.
Perhaps it was
a cloud I saw,
and not a baby.
Both are strange,
pure, and innocent.
And if a cloud can remind me
of a precious baby, well,
Therein lies another mystery.