Moment of Hope

For more than a week
The words felt stuck-
Like tears caught
In the back of my throat
Unable to complete their journey
From the heart to the eyes-
Perhaps there were too many of them
Perhaps they needed to learn
To share space
To slow down-
Taking extra care to flow freely
Only once able to provide
A moment of hope
In a world heavy with fear
Only once able to speak the words
I see you
I love you

This morning, I participated in a writing circle facilitated by Ali Grimshaw. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/ It was just what my heart needed. 🩷

Simply Sunday

I did not plan to spend the weekend at home sick. But I am grateful for the beautiful flowers outside my front door. And for my sweet husband who brought me chicken soup, hot tea, and Gatorade. It’s the little things. 🩷

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

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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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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Such is the Bond


There we were
Standing on
Grandma’s front porch
Me and Mom
All her sisters
Even Grandma
Was there talking
And smiling
Strange how young
She looked
I should have been
A child-And yet,
There I stood
Seeing them all
Thru grown-up eyes
A gift all its own
As one sister drove away
We all waved thru smiles
And tears, uncertain
When she would return
Such is the bond of
Mothers, daughters, sisters
Pouring love and strength
Thru laughter and tears
Over each new generation
Of mothers, daughters, sisters
I awoke in a sea of emotions
Thankful for the strong women in my past
Thankful for vivid dreams invaded by
memories

Washed Away

I haven’t heard rain like that in a long time
Rain preceded only by strong winds-
No sprinkles
No light showers
A horizontal wall of water
Falling with a thunderous Woosh!
So loud and powerful
It would surely wash me away-
But I’m still here
Lying still-listening
As it pours harder and harder
Grows louder and louder
And I begin to wonder
If it will ever stop-
Not in a sense of despair
Instead, wondering how long
It will take to wash away
The mounting layers
Of arrogance and hate
So eyes and hearts will
Once again, be open to the truth
Of loving our neighbors as ourselves