In the sharing of this place
We gather by reflective pond.
And share the past, the hurt and pain.
While cobb webs break by hand with broom,
Not knowing what tomorrow brings.
We curl beside the waters edge
And wrestle with a gentle breath,
The unknown places yet to come.
Smoke fills the air from grill and burn pile
And all the while
Grief shared is grief diminished
On the lips, of the women at the farm.
No ride of whimsy on the road
With men in search of folly in the wood.
A vigil held by weathered chair
As if the words can heal a soul.
The weathered chair bears burdens well
Of words flung through crisp fall air.
Words of women woven on the porch,
A tapestry of trials.
Worn grease coat feels but feather like
When compared
To the heaviness of the words,
That fall as jet-propelled autumn acorns on tin roof,
Like heart bombs dropping from azure blue
Heavens.
And won’t His Words heal our souls?
Proclaim the women at the farm.
This is the very best way to love. Put your life on the line for your friends.
John 15:11-15
I am joining my friends Sandra, Deidra and L.L. Barkat.
Have you discovered the beauty of wordcandy.me? Its delicious. Courtesy of the folks at Tweetspeak Poetry.
elizabeth w. marshall 
Praying that you found love and healing this weekend, my friend.
Thanks friend. The time was a glorious gift on a beautiful day. Lots of words between women help weather the life storms. Or is it just me that thinks fo.
Oh I love the sharing of women together, hearts entwined and matters deep shared. It is the merging of souls and heart issues that makes a friend special. Yes, good tender times too.
Such beauty in the simplicity here. Such healing in the arms and words of friends, and Him. Sending love, dear Elizabeth.
Ashley, yes you say it so eloquently friend, there is such healing in the arms ad words of friends. And Him. Sending love your way too. May you rest in His arms this weekend.
I often seek this healing found in the listening and sharing with my friends. Without it I would be a ruined woman, that’s for sure! I’ve seen God work His grace in miraculous ways in those times. Thanks so much for sharing a beautiful reminder of this grace with your artful brush-strokes of prose!
We women so need each other. May we never forget, and always cherish each other. We learn and we love better in community.
What a beautiful gift to share with friend…I love this….”This is the very best way to love. Put your life on the line for your friends.” lovely…lovely
Wishing you lots of beautiful times with friends and family this weekend, Ro. So grateful to count you among mine. May we cherish and treasure each other always.
Sounds like a wonderful time, and you captured it beautifully. May you have a blessed week.
Dina, welcome over here. So glad to see your sweet face. May your weekend include lots of time stumbling on joy.
Elizabeth, this is beautiful. “with men in search of folly in the wood, a vigil held in weathered chair.” Oh, yes, how many times I sat in the weathered chair, waiting. Good Job!
This is quite a special place. And these are treasured friends. A lovely combination. They are generous to share.
when you can share with friends in a beautiful spot, the burdens are lessened and the joy is doubled. thank you for the post. DAF
Ah yes, double the joy. Certainly has been true for me. You read my heart. Grateful, so grateful that you always hear me. What a gift.