Tag: hope

In the Dirt

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Days are long, but
Years are short.
Or so they say

That all elusive “they”
Who receives entirely
too much credit in our
passing days and years

I want to walk,
no, meander,
down a dirt path

Trees on both sides
Transformed into
a shady canopy

Listening to the breeze
Listening to the birds

Stopping only for a
Single ray of sunlight
Peeking through the leaves

To paint a picture
in the dirt just for me
No thought of days,
years, maps, or lists

Only the temporary
Becoming the eternal



I wrote this poem in a recent in-person poetry circle. Listening, reflecting, and writing with this group was a breath of fresh air. Highly recommend! 💛

Simply Sunday

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Reaching For Me

I saw a hand
in the sky today
Powerful and strong
Open and inviting

Formed from clouds
while holding clouds
Its blue-gray edges
Lined in bright sunlight

I imagine sitting
safe in its palm
Reclining, at least
for a moment

No worries of
Hatred or war
Sickness or death-
Not ignoring

Only briefly resting
Cradled in the hand
I cannot fully understand
Believing it is there, reaching

Forgot to Remember

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With pinpointed laser focus,
I move through a tunnel
of my own making

Eyes staring straight ahead
Everything in my periphery,
blurred

Just make it
to your destination
Tensions will ease

Where am I heading,
anyway? I forgot to remember.

The tunnel walls concealed
my dazed distraction, creating
a false sense of direction
toward a desired destination

Or whatever it is I’m seeking.
Peace? But peace is not a destination.

Peace shines through a single ray of sunlight
piercing the clouds to my right

Peace sings with the birds playing leapfrog
on the power lines to my left

Peace smiles as I exit the tunnel
Opening my eyes and my heart
to this great big beautiful world

Let Go of the Rope

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I am standing in a field
holding tight to the
middle of a rope

A foolish attempt to
bring balance in an
unexpected tug-of-war

On my right, grief
grips the cord
with all its might

On my left, love
holds firm
Always fierce

Suddenly, I understand-
Neither one can let go
They are forever bound

Now I’m faced with a choice-

Allow the tug-of-war
to continue within me
or let go of the rope

Reach for images,
past and present,
patiently waiting in
the back of my mind

Watch, as grief and love
fall into each other,
simultaneously releasing
laughter and tears

I am lying in a field
having let go
of the rope-
Exhausted, grateful, content

Simply Sunday

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Pearls of Wisdom

Their formation takes years-
A process hidden from sight
in the depths of the heart

A heart learning to wrap
life’s difficult bits
in opalescent layers
of mercy and grace

Not ignoring the irritants,
only processing-
Some taking longer to
transform than others

Yet, each one eventually
emerges- Iridescent gifts
of hope, love, and wisdom

A delicate string of
pearls, not displayed
around the neck, but in
the affectionate smiles of
those standing the closest

Happy Birthday to my sweet Mom! 💛

Morning Minute

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Yesterday morning’s fog
held a tinge of pale pink
A slight relief from
recent grays

There was something
varied in its lifting as well

No intention of completely
disappearing into emerging
sunbeams – only hiding
for a bit – waiting for

an opportunity to once
again share its surprising tint

Patience – let the soft hues
permeate your dreams-
And who knows, your
soul may be soothed by

an appearance of peaceful
pink in tomorrow’s sunrise-
If you remember to look

A Shared Lament

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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

Simply Sunday

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Trumpeter Swan

Image by Paul Porter


Before taking flight
your snow white wings
gracefully expand
above the water

Scalloped feet paddle below-
An unseen source of
strength supporting
your angelic dance

An unseen
Source of
Strength

Not strength
displayed with
force, but instead,
filtered through grace

Each gesture
a reminder-an
ethereal expression
of eternal affection

Winter Wisdom

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My breath catches
in the bitter cold

Teeth chatter
Shoulders shake

To escape Winter’s arrival,
I need to move faster
Instead, my motions slow

Besides, there is no escaping
And winter won’t last forever

Merely long enough
to remind me what
is important

Warmth from
a cozy blanket

Steam from a
cup of hot tea

The much-needed
rest that occurs
as I lean my head
against your shoulder

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