Simply Sunday

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

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

An Open Invitation

It begins with only one-
Centered and steady
A series of tones, each
bleeding into the next

An open invitation
for others to join

A new timbre, mellow and 
low, compliments the 
original with its own-
The invitation grows

Others continue to join 
Adding new registers, 
patterns, and tones-
Each is beautiful on its own

But together-together
They create a harmony 
that tugs at my heart

Its slow crescendo draws
My breath in before gently 
releasing me in a slow exhale

A peace felt only in unity 
Recognizing the true gift- 
Each one of us, together

Prompt 6 Listen to the following song and write a poem. The Poetry Marathon

Max Richter-The Poetry of Earth

Rising

Do you feel it?
The growing weight

A blanket sewn of fear
and hate cast over
everyone in its path

Another layer added
with each news story,
unsolicited opinion,
misguided answer

Like being wrapped in
a down comforter on
the hottest day of summer

And I am suffocating

But no amount of worry
will ease the weight
Or change this season

Do we burrow deeper?
Do we kick off the cover?

What if I reach for your hand,
and you reach for mine-
Then together, together

Like brilliant sun rays
piercing storm clouds
We poke pin holes
in the fabric

Each aperture releasing
a breath, a smile, a memory-
Droplets of hope
Rising in solidarity

State of the Heart

Are my hands open,
gently reaching?
Arms linked
in cooperation
Ears open to
understanding

—Or—

Are my hands clenched
into tight fists?
Arms stoically held
across my chest
Ears closed,
even to my own voice

I have choices-
And my choices
offer clues as to the
health of my heart

May my hands remain open
My arms graciously linked
And my ears, intent on listening

A Shared Lament


Like unwanted vines
choking a rose bush, it
blocks the sun and rain
until delicate buds,
nearly ready to bloom

Whither and fade-
Their true colors
never allowed to
grace the garden

I would miss your
beautiful colors
even more than
those of the roses

So, let’s face our
grief together, and
let tears fall like a steady
rain, reviving wilted buds

And with open arms
invite others who are
hurting to join us until
we are wholly comforted

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Matthew 5: 4

Not the Only One

Pink lines and blue spaces
pulled me into the day
Inviting my thoughts,
one note at a time

A quiet calling, not
rushed, but encouraging-
Today waits for your melody.

Waits for our melodies-
Whether joyful
or melancholy
Raucous or
Peaceful

So, go ahead, sing
Let your notes float on
the breeze, blending
with others before
returning to you

A new song-
not meant to soothe
every worry, but to
remind us that we are
not the only ones singing