Many weeks ago, a friend and fellow blogger/poet/author Kelley Morris, wrote this amazing poem to accompany a photo I shared on my blog. How fitting that this poem has taken on a whole new meaning for me after this week. If you have the opportunity, please stop by Kelley’s site (and check out her collections of poetry books). Please enjoy this pure poetry!
A bright, white light
bore a perfect hole
through the middle of sunset.
No argument over
stopping for a photo.
It was as if the sky was on fire.
But fire would have devoured.
And this dusky scene held steady,
like a brilliantly lit painting,
carefully placed
in a prestigious gallery.
The light was so bright.
I almost looked away.
Then, suddenly, the image
transformed, the clouds
once again whole.
Sunlight remained, filling
the entire space within and
between the clouds,
highlighting the edges of each.
A perfect reflection of
the only Light able to
pierce the heart before
filling the entirety of the soul.
A perfect likeness
of the only Love able to
fill all the spaces
within and between us.
Holding us steady, like
delicate white-hot glass,
smoothing our rough edges.
💛 Thank you, Kelley
My precious cousin, Sagan, wrote this poem to share with me last week! I featured her a couple of years ago in a “Talk About Tuesday” post for her senior year accomplishments. Today she and I are going to collaborate together to create a Renga poem (in honor of my son headed to Japan soon).
What the Word
Words are spoken, words are said
Some words are even read
Words hold power like a blooming flower
Petals wilting in the sun
Words have triggers just like guns
Shooting bullets at hyper speed
Words can spread like unwanted weeds
Ripping them from the ground
Words can weigh a hundred pounds
Your muscles become dull and weak
Words can flow just like a creek
Water has no concept of time
Words may pucker like a lime
Citric acid burns your throat
In which words have the ability to coat
But be careful of what you say
For your words can alter someone’s day
If your words are really nice
Their bad day could be sacrificed
But if your words are rather vulgar
That person may become an ogre.
So be kind and don't be curt
What you say can really hurt
Sagan Wilson
How is your heart, dear friends? Do you feel confused, sad, or angry? Do you have hope? Do you know how this ends?
It’s not always easy, friends, but I pray you keep the faith and have HOPE. You are loved. 💚
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