Thursday, November 2, 2017

Simple Yet Profound



Linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Saints

Brought to us by Susan


SAINT THERESE OF LISIEUX


At the age of 14, on Christmas Eve in 1886, Therese had a conversion that transformed her life. From then on, her powerful energy and sensitive spirit were turned toward love, instead of keeping herself happy. At 15, she entered the Carmelite convent in Lisieux to give her whole life to God. She took the religious name Sister Therese of the Child Jesus and the Holy Face. Living a hidden, simple life of prayer, she was gifted with great intimacy with God. Through sickness and dark nights of doubt and fear, she remained faithful to God, rooted in His merciful love. After a long struggle with tuberculosis, she died on September 30, 1897, at the age of 24. Her last words were the story of her life: "My God, I love You!"

The message of St. Therese is beautiful, inspiring, and simple.

Here is my poem in honor of her:


Simple Yet Profound,



Deeper than the deepest well
more distant than the past
there is a truth that few can tell
of a love and faith that is vast
it is a calling profound and true
a life of giving instead of take
it is employed by a mere few
life dedicated for other's sake
there is no extravagant need for glory
simply a mission of the truest love
a soul that has a greater story

even after it has risen to heaven above























Wednesday, October 11, 2017

I Fall in Love with Fall

Courtesy Google Images


Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. ~Terri Guillemets

I fall in love with fall every time it arrives!





Monday, October 9, 2017

The Art of Forgiveness

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Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got. ~Robert Brault


Saturday, September 23, 2017

The Only Way Out is Through



Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the weekend mini challenge "Boats"
imagined by Kim


"We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear."
~Martin Luther King, Jr.


A wise poet once said, "The only way out is through",
 and when it comes to flooding that can be very true.
Sometimes you turn around and leave the way you came
and others it surrounds you and there is no quick escape.
You can start to wade through it or try to walk against the tide
but when it comes to flooding your better off with a boat ride.
So as you hold your two allotted bags and leave the home you knew
remember with most recoveries the only way out is through.




The view of our apartment before we were rescued out by boat.
(Keep in mind this is on stilts already.  That is how high the water was already!)


It seems that the only time I get in a boat is to escape flooding.  I went through this a year and a half ago and again recently with "Harvey".  You do not realize how powerful water can be until you see it rush through an area and take up the land like a raging giant. I have grown to have a very respectful fear of water.  Frankly sometimes I feel like moving to Arizona, but all my family is here and here is where I will stay, just not on the lower floor of these apartments.  So many people in this area are trying to completely start over their lives with new homes or gutting out and rebuilding the ones they are in.  So much loss and so much to do to renovate and move on.  It is much like true recovery, where one much face the problems at hand, dig through the rubble, endure the cleanup, and carry it through to completion.  Like so many solutions in life, truly the only way out is through.


Friday, August 25, 2017

My Love is Baptized by Immersion



Linking with Imaginary Gardens for Rommy's challenge ~ Meme

The prompt is simple: grab a nearby book and flip to page 13 and go to the 7th line and use that sentence to find a quote that represents your love life.  You can also flip to the 7th page and go to the 13th line.  Take your pick, Come join the fun!


The closest book to me was: The Games by Ted Kosmatka
(The 13th page did not have enough lines, so I went with the 7th page)



Love, and a cough, cannot be hid. ~George Herbert 

This was my line: "The world around him retreated, became remote, irrelevant."



My Love is Baptized by Immersion,


My love is baptized by immersion it does not just linger at the water's edge
it dives in head first and reckless never concerned with what's up ahead
a simple christening with holy water just would never be the plan
it submerges all consuming into the deep love of another man
the world around it retreats becoming remote, irrelevant to what is true
for my love rises like surging flood waters diminishing the ground view
My love is baptized by immersion it does not wade in shallow waters safe
instead it plunges into distant oceans prepared for the greatest of tidal waves.

















Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Change of Heart



Linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Nature Her Words
Posted by Sumana

Sometimes Mother Nature has the answers when you do not even know the questions. ~Keith Wynn



I fear you have not truly been listening my dear
I have been speaking for centuries and
you are still sipping your coffee gone cold
behind that shroud of a paper 
without a response
nor even a glance
what did I just say?
No I did not just say it is cold in here
on the contrary it is getting quite warm
warmer than my heart can handle
there was a time you listened to my voice
loved the feel of my breath upon your face
you climbed my mountains 
did not want to cut my trees
I guess you have had a change of heart
your love for me has grown as cold
as my ice caps used to hold strong
I guess it is going to take something drastic
 to make you care again
to make you have a change of heart
I hope then you will truly listen
to my voice.


Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Bigger is Not Always Better



Linking with dVerse for Poetics: Border
brought to us by Grace


"If no one ever took risks, Michaelangelo would have painted the Sistine floor.
~ Neil Simon


Sometimes my mind needs a border collie to steer it in the right direction 
cause my sense of boundaries sometimes gets lost
you see agoraphobia runs in our family
my grandmother only left the house 
once a year to vote
my mother followed the same path
our summers growing up were weeks on end at home
when I was in my 30's I discovered I had a touch of it
on a grander level if you will
we went on a trip to Missouri and I suddenly felt 
anxiety and had no reason why
after a couple jots out of town after that
I realized that when I left town I had the symptoms
it was like agoraphobia on a larger plain
my grandmother could not leave the house
but I could not leave town
wow leave it to my dysfunctional brain
to do it on a broader range.







....and they lived happily ever after.....

....and they lived happily ever after.....
The End.