The Correct Time

This poem is one that I wrote today, inspired mostly by the 2 one-word challenges from yesterday (“Correct” and “Time,” as the title gives away). Sharing with the Friday Writings at PSU, which I haven’t linked up with in a long time. I usually don’t post 3 times in one day but wanted to share a poem that was actually written this day.

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Is this the right day, the correct time?
Already so much gone, impossible to climb
The mountain ranges of pain and regret —
Too much of life long-spent, wrong-spent
In a highly-inhospitable climate.

Oh, so much lost, and at such a high cost —
But don’t let it extort, distort any more,
Now is the correct time to move for-
-Ward, poured into something new, as yet unheard.

Fun fact: Even as a little girl, I was extremely bothered by the passage of time. It’s evident even in entries from when I was 8 or 9 years old! No wonder I’m like this… XD

On Palm Sunday Morning

I normally don’t like to post more than twice in a day, but I remembered this poem, written this morning, and wanted to post it while it was still today. 🙂

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This Lent I’ve learned
That I’m worse than Judas,
Would sell out Christ for much less
With no lasting satisfaction

Yet – I hope to finish strong,
May today’s hosannas stay
Even through Holy Saturday,
For no past wrong has traction.

(found in an image search)

Out of the Trap

A set of 2 cinquains, linked with FOWC: Smooth.

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I fall
In traps again,
Down into the shame pit
Holiness is not a smooth road —
Thankful

You are
Waiting again,
Patience never wears thin
Ready to set me back on track —
Calling

Tiny Promptings

This is a Chaucerian stanza, written today for Brian’s prompt about listening and  also for FOWC: Bring. You never know what a “random” act of generosity and kindness can do.

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Coming Home

Brian’s prompt this week is about coming home. He posts a new topic every week; come check it out and participate!

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God
Reaches
Into me,
Turning my heart,
Softening its scars,
Tuning its melody —
Though it’s a little off-key
“Come home,” the Spirit is singing,
To love now and for eternity.

The Paradox of God

I wrote this sonnet while sitting at a table in Starbucks (and I’m still there) and figured I would share. It’s just a first draft, but I am kind of proud of it. 

Repentance

My heart has been disposed to stray from God;
May I ten times the more seek Him again,
What is it worth if certain ones applaud,
If I am sadly far from Him often?
My heart has been with arrows shot, broken
Yet how I needed it! For in that pain
I am reminded why He ought to reign.

Restore and Remain

The word “remain” randomly inspired me to write an entire Crown Cinquain. Side note: I am hoping to be able to go to Mass tomorrow morning. 🙂 Also, while looking up how to write a Crown Cinquain, I rediscovered one of my old poems and still like it so am linking to it here.

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Inspired in part by FOWC: Sold. These didn’t feel complete on their own. They seem to be part 1 and part 2 of one poem.

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i.

There is a vise-like grip
on my intestines,
Grabbing and twisting, soul
from body ripping.

ii.

How Judas is hated for having
sold Jesus
For silver — thirty pieces —
but I — I
Have betrayed Him for much
less.

Holding a Grudge

For DVerse Poetics: “Halloweeny Humans,” we are challenged to write about an irritating human attribute (including one found in one’s own self) and make it have a Halloween theme. I wrote an acrostic about holding a grudge. Today at my women’s group, we talked about Divine Mercy and being merciful and forgiving to others, so that was already in my mind. The picture was found on the DVerse Poetics prompt page, and I just thought it was amusing.

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