Two raindrops
Just sitting there, Like my tears, But those seldom come in twos. At first it was a deluge, Gushing rivers of sorrow And of pain. Now they’re just trickles, Sometimes expected, Sometimes not. Always because of you. And I know. I know He can take The most broken and burned ashes And make something beautiful. I know deep down in the darkness, There’s life growing Watered by our tears And those from heaven. But that doesn’t make it any easier. And I know there will be brighter days, Eventually. There’s already been plenty of sunny days Since that achingly bright day When we first learned you were gone. And today is no different. But no matter how many seasons come and go, Without you A tiny part of my heart Will be forever winter.
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Written Easter 2020 but based on ideas and thoughts that I had been having for a long time. And honestly, this Easter, I find these words comforting once again.
And The Song Goes On Darkness. Despair. Silence. Hopelessness crushing in around me, Stealing my breath As I search the starless sky in vain. How can this be good? How can love allow so much pain? How can the brokenness shattered around me be good? How can I trust a god Who sacrifices the One He loves most? Yet, how can I not? How can I not trust the One Who willingly gave everything For the scattered shards of myself? How can I not love the One Who took my greatest pain out of love? How can I not worship the One Who calls me Beloved? For a moment, Darkness descends. For a moment, Hopelessness overwhelms. For a moment, The silence is deafening. But just for a moment. Even here in the darkness, A beam of light penetrates the darkness, Diving into the depths And chasing away the shadows. Even here in the crushing despair, Hope pulses, Beckoning me towards the promise of morning, Redemption, and new life. Even here in the silence, The air thrums with the faint notes of love, Swelling into a song of life -- An anthem of victory. I want to bottle this moment up. Capture this feeling. Save it for the nights full of doubt. Despite my doubts, My endless searching -- Love pursues, Filling my sky with stars And leaving me breathless, Light with the weight of glory. As light prevails, Hope endures, And the song goes on. “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” ~ John 1:5 From Easter 2021:
Red Were the precious drops Of blood that were shed Upon that cross Where the Savior bled With my crown of thorns Upon his head To bring back to life What once was dead. Dark Was the night And my sins that lay Buried with Him In the grave I made With weeping and sorrow Waiting for day. Light Was the sky Streaked with gold As the very best story Began to unfold Death defeated And lost its hold And my heart was full As hope arose. “He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.” ~ Matthew 28:6 Thankful today and everyday that Jesus is the embodiment of hope, the fulfiller of all our myths and all our longings that we have expressed in stories since the dawn of time. “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” ~ John 1:5 In honor of this weekend, I thought I'd go back and share some of the poems I've written about Easter in the past. Because as much as I love Christmas and writing about it, it's Easter that makes me turn to poetry.
This first one is one of the first poems I wrote that I actually also really liked and felt proud of. That being said, I did write it in when I was in high school (maybe 2014?) so don't judge it too harshly. I was still finding my own voice and learning which rules I wanted to follow and which ones I wanted to break. But I still hope you'll enjoy reading it and remember why Good Friday is indeed Good. Glorious Day The night was black, The air was cold, Without a promise, Or hint of hope. The clouds covered The twinkling stars, Allowing no light- Near or far. His body lay broken Within the grave, While His disciples' hopes Drifted away. But then for a moment, All was still- As the darkness trembled Near the hill. Ever so slowly, The black fell away, Revealing the golden Light of day. The clouds rolled back, The cold disappeared, While two Roman soldiers Quivered in fear. And then suddenly With a burst of light- He appeared, Clothed in shimmering white. Oh, Glorious Day! Oh, Glorious Day! Death couldn't defeat Him, Or lock Him away. The Son has risen, The Light is here. We are forgiven, No longer in fear. Oh Glorious Day, When we were set free. Oh Glorious Day, When we were redeemed. Redeemed by the Son, Loved by the King- We'll lift up our voices To praise Him and sing- Oh, Glorious Day, Oh, Glorious Day! We've been Redeemed, Oh, Glorious Day! A poem about life from 2020 that I finally finished September 2022
What do I want? I don’t know. Nothing. Everything. I want to lay under a cloudless sky And look up at the stars. I want to listen to the song of the wind As it whispers through the trees, Sharing tales of years gone by And truths eternal. I want to see the stories of every living thing And listen to the beating of their heart- Their hopes, their dreams, their sorrows. I want to live in the light And fully embrace life and living, Yet remember the darkness out there. And still have the courage to face it. I want to live with my heart bursting with hope, Arms spread wide, palms outstretched, Soaking up every moment that comes my way, Every good and beautiful thing brighter And more sweet for the darkness That did not overcome. I want everything and yet nothing But to worship and rest In the cathedral of your love. Originally written August 5, 2020.
I’ve felt the warmth of hot pavers beneath my feet And the refreshing cold tickle my toes As I dipped them in to test the water. I’ve felt soft dirt and grass scratch against my heels while racing Laughing all the way to the finish line. I’ve felt powdery sand between my toes And salty waves gently wash them clean As I searched for shells. I’ve felt the cold ground beneath my soles On autumn mornings while watching the world wake Tucking them underneath me to keep them warm. But there’s nothing like dancing barefoot. No tying of pointe shoes, Hair sprayed buns, Costumes dripping glitter, Or smiles for the audience. It’s spontaneous. It’s hair-flying, can’t stop spinning freedom. It’s jean shorts and a t-shirt, A makeup-less face, bare feet, And soul bared for all the world to see. It’s an end of a movie, catchy song, Giggle-filled dance with kids. It’s your favorite song coming on while working, Dancing around the house and kitchen. And it’s that moment when time stand stills And you’re so overwhelmed with joy That you dance to the song Only your soul can hear And your bare feet give you wings to fly 🦋 |
Poetry
Anything and everything that can't be expressed in prose
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