the art of taking note
I would be honored if you’d join me today over at Burnside Writer’s Collective. A poem of mine is featured there today. Wishing you a blessed and peaceful Sabbath rest. Today and always.
A Circuitous Route. Click here to read a poem which explores change, adjustment, shifts in paradigms, and finding joy in the right where we live. In and with Faith.
Why I Love Poetry
The discovery that will change your life
Three things you need for love, truly
The one thing you need to survive your 50’s
What you’ve been looking for all along
The one thing you need to grow and change
Top ten steps to achieving true joy
Don’t do anything until you read this
What you’ve waited your whole life to find
Two things that will change your marriage
Three easy steps to a better life
If you had only known this one thing, now revealed
The one simple thing that will change your relationships
Ten steps to a happier home
How to be a better parent
Four easy ways to a simpler life
Why you should discover the secret found within these pages
The one rule to achieving what you desire
Fifteen reasons you should change the way you are living, now.
Christ,
Alone.
And why I love poetry.
One day
We will look back on all of this
Holy mackerel
Every dog
Has his
One at a time
Daily grind
Deep breathes
In and out
One day soon, in glory
We’ll sing and shout
Without
Worry or fear
We’ll live
Around the corner
Holds a new beginning
Healing souls
Holes in the walls of my heart
Had you known then
What you did not
Know, now
How could you have
Hindsight
It’s easy for you to say
Sheltered by ignorance
Blissfully guarded
Armchair quarterbacking
You could have would have
Bought and sold stock in
Kleenex
What’s next, you
Cried you a river
Stayed way ahead of the pain curve
And in the end you
Start all over again
Mercifully
Saved by grace
Laugh lines
Replacing
Worry lines
And a softer shade
Of grays
Holes in the knees of my jeans.
I Cannot Dream For You
Without weeping
While I do,
I do love you
My body wracked by pain
Releases heaves and sighs of grieving
Distributes tears instead of blood
Pushing pulsating crimson through my veins
Salt soaked
Sacks of weeping
Burst open as they hit the
Hard wood floor
Boards by board you’ve laid your life
Down
In a pattern
Of your own design, it seems
But
Nail by nail
I
Gaze skyward
Searching for the rough-hewn cross
I cannot dream of you without weeping
I see you
Through the eyes of Christ
Who plans for wholeness
Restoration
Desires for healing in every life
So I will dream that joy shall visit
Come in the morning, return to you
Fill you up with songs of singing
That you will be made whole and new
And I will hope you into wellness
Formed from molded clay by Christ
That you would dream of new beginnings
And see the world as it sees you
Born to this world with songs of gladness
Wrapped , loved and swaddled from your birth
And I will dream until my life ends
That all that’s noble,right and good
Godly,Holy, true and pure
Will come by way of
And then rest with you
That dreams of joy and new beginnings
We be your dreams and not just mine
For worlds you’ve never lived to open
And take you mercifully into glory days
Yes I will dream like Sarah
Release all trembling and human fear
Put it down
Shout out a deafening chorus
Of loud, yet
Broken hallelujah’s
For Always
ad infinitum
precious one, you child of God
Today will end your days of weeping
Today begins anew
For I will dream always of you.
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Joining Laura Boggess for Playdates at The Wellspring
and Jennifer for #tellhisstory
elizabeth w. marshall 