Simply Sunday

Happily Lost

I’ve sensed rhythm
In the rain before
But this time was different-
The raindrops seemed
To create patterns of
Threes and fours
Triplets and sixteenths
Alternating, gently pulling
And pushing the tempo
Of the song playing
On the radio-
How was this possible?
I crinkled my forehead
As if a deeper focus might
Answer my question-
But then the patterns were gone
Whirled away with the wind
Leaving my mind to rest-
No matter-
For just a moment
I was happily lost
Between the rain and a song

Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain
Kelley Morris, piano

Missed Connections

After several days of struggling to express my feelings, three things came my way- A poem, a song, and a verse. The following was inspired by all three. ❤️


The word itself sounds so carefree
Putting it into practice seems easy
Still, loneliness grows
At a surprisingly rapid pace-
Whatever the reason
It sprouts from the same root
-A lack of connections-
Even the longest relationship
Begins Somewhere-
A friendly smile
An acknowledging nod
An honest thank you
Whether two strangers
Develop a fast friendship
Or just continue walking
In opposite directions
That one single action
Holds power for both-
It is a sacred moment
With the ability to multiply into
Our most-needed reminders-
You are seen
You matter
You are loved

Small Kindnesses by Danusha Lameres https://grateful.org/resource/small-kindnesses/


Human Touch by Jackson Browne
and Leslie Mendelson
Human Touch

“Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.”
‭‭1 John‬ ‭4‬:‭11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Simply Sunday

More Than Enough

Tiny feet
Not typically
What I would
Notice about you
Yet, there you were
Quickly crossing a busy street-
I slowed down a bit
Smiled as you
Made it to safety-
Why didn’t you fly?
After all, you have wings-
For a reason unknown to me
You chose not to use them-
Perhaps the wind was too strong
Or the distance was too short
No matter, your resolve
Shown through with each tiny step-
I suppose, sometimes tiny steps
Are more than enough

Quite a Pair


I carefully watched
Their rapid approach
Unsure if their speed
Would slow enough
For a successful landing-
But I was soon amazed by
How gracefully they glided
Across the pond-
Barely disturbing
Its glassy surface-
I wondered
How far they traveled
How fast they flew
And if their takeoffs
Were as impressive
As their landings

Contentment

Let’s take a walk
Just you and me
Hand in hand, no concern
For our destination –
Wandering easily toward
The blues, grays, and purples
Rolling in the distance
As barren silver-covered branches
Quietly whisper our names-
Perhaps if we walk long enough
We can sit underneath the tree
And rest awhile against its trunk
Listening to the surrounding sounds of life
Until sleeping the most peaceful sleep
Unsure if our walk was reality or dream-
Content with either answer

The Clark Art Institute
Williamstown, Massachusetts
Tulip Fields at Sassenheim-Claude Monet

The Perfect Gift

One thing I often want more of
When I realize how much
Has already passed
My appreciation grows
Exponentially
Even for the tiniest sliver
A moment to breathe deep
An uninterrupted hour to read
The opportunity to
Sit
Listen
Laugh
Talk
Cry
With no other intention
Simply being together
In awe of this precious gift
Only now beginning
To understand the irony
The less of it that remains
The more cherished each measure

Person, Place, or Thing

We hope and dream
Plan and build
Laugh and live-
Until we compare-
Then we search and rethink
Remodel and rebuild
Until our misguided focus
Causes discontentment and
Greed leads us to
Tear down and abandon-
Oh, that we will realize
Before it’s too late
Our emphasis on places and things
Has the power to destroy the heart-
Unless we, the people,
Choose to treat each other
With dignity and respect
Dreaming and planning together
To build a kinder, stronger tomorrow-
At least, that is my hope…

Simply Sunday

When the Glass Breaks is a collection of poems divided into four sections: Living, Breaking, Mending, and Reflecting. Today’s poem is from the final section, Reflecting. I hope these last few weeks have provided insight into my writing style and this collection. Thanks for listening! ❤️

Childhood Whispers- Written and read by Kelley Morris

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Perfectly Flawed

Standing at the water’s edge
No hint of a breeze
It is hard to tell where the water ends
And the sky begins-
A reflection so clear
Trees, clouds, and sky
The perfect mirror image
But perfection is never a reality
And my contemplation rapidly changes from
Crystal-clear-painted-on-plate-glass
To soft-blurry-impressionist-canvas-
Fluctuations caused by the slightest breeze
Or the gentlest toss of a pebble-
Enough motion, and the image completely disappears-
No wonder my own reflection causes confusion-
Rarely do I stand perfectly still, staring into the mirror
Without random thoughts breezing through my head
Or someone gently tapping my shoulder- Oh well,
If I spend too much time in front of the mirror,
I will miss the treasures only visible
Standing at the water’s edge

Simply Sunday

When the Glass Breaks is a collection of poems divided into four sections: Living, Breaking, Mending, and Reflecting. Today, I am sharing a poem from the second section, Mending. Thanks for listening! ❤️

Wellspring-Written and read by Kelley Morris

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