One Day
One day The sun will shine But will we rise To see it One day The moon will glow But will we sleep Beneath it
One day The sun will shine But will we rise To see it One day The moon will glow But will we sleep Beneath it
Between laying And hatching eggs The songbird lives Between waiting And a forever home The shelter dog lives Between hoping And holding a baby The parents live Between storms And healing rainbows The girl lives Between budding And dropping petals The flower lives Between our first And our last breath We all live In the… Read More Between
Glazed, Frosted, Sprinkled, Jellied, Old-fashioned, Powdered, Cinnamon, Crème Donut, roll, or stick Close your eyes The choice is yours Get ready, now pick And for but a moment Drift into a sugar dream Where life’s a bit sweeter Than it oftentimes seems
Protect yourself There are cold days ahead Days when we’ll spiral Like dangling threads From the winter hats That once kept us warm And dry from the snow Storm after storm Despite loose ends All is not lost With well-placed knots Tied and crisscrossed We’ll face the wind Snow and sleet Weathered Whole and complete
NOISE It’s getting louder INVASIVE Hard to tune out It breaks through the silence UNINVITED It shouts About tragedies Social, economic Hopelessness, doubt In response Can’t we fill the AIRWAVES With the sound Of our beating hearts In hopes that they will Someday SYNCHRONIZE As one
We carry our life And all of its parts Accumulating From the very start Heavy, massive Unexpected truths That bend us Test us Name us UNBREAKABLE That teach us Grow us Expose us As more magnificent Than we ever thought We could be
An encouraging Christmas poem… Read More Heart-to-Heart
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A thought found me On a November eve Past the creaking tree And the rustling leaves On the creeping fog It traveled with ease A thoughtful thought It said, “Thank you,” and “Please.” Illuminated directions From Harvest Moon above Ensured it found me Like a peaceful dove Who after long travels Had finally come home… Read More A Thoughtful Thought
“You’re too sour.” “You’re not red enough.” “You’re not quite round.” “Your skin is too tough.” My bumps and bruises Put me in the “DAMAGED” bin But stories rarely end Where they begin In fact, it was my flaws Tough skin and not too sweet That made me the perfect choice For a candy apple… Read More Candy Apple
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