One Day I Will Write A Poem

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One Day I Will Write A Poem

Before my memory fades
Like shadows on the outskirts
Dim, pale watermarks of life
Growing fainter by the day

Before my words are lost
Somewhere in the forest, thick and dark
Dispersed among the pines and moss
Seedlings of a scattered memory

Capturer of the runaways
Gatekeeper of a million puzzle pieces
That tell a story
That is me
That is me

Before they steal away
Escape into a murky sea
Lost among  forgotten things

Buried in the soil
Of remembering
Hidden from my poetry

Locked out
After every door is closed
And bolted shut

And there is no more
Poetry
That mirrors the
Soul of me

Before that final day
Without a memory

I will write a poem, one day

Redemption’s Beautiful, Remember

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Redemption’s Beautiful, Remember

I wonder what the years will do to today
Take it and shrink it
Shred it and fade it, peel it, tone it down
Today can never be brighter or more glorious
Than she is in her now
The slow fade comes in the looking back
Over shoulders and in glass, in memoir
And in remembering
Reflecting, recalling
Reaching back into archives of the mind and of memory

So I will hold today up to the light and make it
Tell the truth to me
Beg it to be generous in its gifting of itself to me
Beg it to show me details wrought in sharp hues
And bright shades of this moment
Desperate for every ounce of pleasure I can squeeze
From it, from sunup to down
Draining it of all joy and grace
A woman starved for beauty
As if the sun would never shine again
As if it hasn’t in a decade now

The dark and dormant winter
Has been asked to retire
And we usher in, on a red carpet, rolled out
For the now and today
Fit for Kings and stars and starlets

The belle of the ball
She is today, dressed in her finery
Her seconds of fame and glory
Ticking away as she spins and spends
Herself

And I
Recording
Knowing that the clearest
She will ever be
Is before me now
Tomorrow and the day after
Bring me a dimmer version
Missing pieces
Forgotten parts
Losing memory of herself
Losing detail and sharp lines
Blurring the focus of what it is
As it becomes what it never was

And I may not even remember
Today
Tomorrow
Oh the pain of a fading
Past
The currency of the current
Spend it wisely
Record it as a wise man would
Regret robs today, regret robs tomorrow
Regret stole some of yesterday
I wonder what the years will do to today
Redemption revises
Restores
And today is beautiful again.

Joining Deidra and Sandy and Laura

May We Linger Long in Childhood

May we linger long in love in childhood.

Savoring the life-moments, with a child-like appetite.

Loving with acceptance, with a child-like heart.

Playing with winsome whimsy,  with a child-like wonder.

And believing with unwavering,  with a child-like faith.

May your weekend be filled with child-like wonder, linger long, linger slow, linger in love and marvel for forever at the mystery of it all.

“Give me hunger, pain and want
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

But leave me a little love.”

–Carl Sandburg

Linking with Sandra Heska King dot com

Write It All Down

“God has moved into the neighborhood, making his home with men and women! They’re his people he’s their God. Look! I’m making everything new. Write it all down-each word dependable and accurate.” Revelation 21:3-5

Friends, may you celebrate all the new, all the wonder, all the beautiful, all the God Art. The Beautiful in the broken, the beautiful in the busted. The perfection of the imperfect. The Hope in things to come. And the Promises of His tomorrows, created in Love, created in Mercy, by His hands, the ones that unfurl all that Amazing Grace. And when you see the black the white and the mundane may you look at life through a lense of Hope to see the colors of hopeful beauty washed, splashed, drizzled, splattered and stroked over all that is the right before you. The all that is your world. The all that is your living story.

{Photography courtesy of the lovely and talented H.M.Miller who blesses me with her eye and her heart}


Linking with the Sunday Community, Still Saturdays, and Scripture & a Snapshot.