poetry
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Catching fireflies
The simplest things, The freest in life Like the first twinkle of firefly In the waning summer light Are gifts from on high. Treasures sent to earth To be savored, And enjoyed, As our delight.…
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a poem, aged 4 years
Our house on Harvard had a kitchen window that was right next to a busy walkway. I wrote this poem on April Fool’s day, 2014. ————————————— Windows open, spaces commune. The inside welcomes…
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Day after prayer
Spirit filled room, Hands pressed into My arms, head, back. Powerful words spoken As an act of Heaven Reaching down to Earth. Quiet parts of My heart drawn into the open, Released into…
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The wonder of unfailing love.
(October 2015) The wood clears making room once again for time on the log just past our line down the hill in the holler next to where the barely creek trickles by. The…
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“Birthday Dinner”
I found this poem in my journal from nearly two years ago on Brad’s birthday. It made me laugh so I thought I would share. Behind schedule. Light grill and when hot enough,…
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The paradox of sorrow
Often I think on If Time had dealt a different hand, A life in which My mother still stands. But then I ponder That with her breath, My story would be Unfamiliar, Unknown to…
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the fall of summer.
Free I be. Free I give. Unencumbered beauty gazing into the pinked sky. My shoulders give way to the beauty of the sunset. Releasing hot air as my breath enters steady. A cool…
