Photo courtesy of, and poem prompted by, Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie
Life is an adventure,
And this is the mission:
To brave the dingy, haunted
Places, to walk into the
White fog, to brave the
Deserted highway in the rain,
Wearing an orange sweater
Amidst the pale and gray —
To pour some joy upon
Such a sad-seeming place.
Let spaces of silence slide
Between breaths —
May the words I do say
Shed light, bring peace
Between breaths —
Keep breathing,
Count the inhale and the
Exhale, count the pause
Between breaths —
Let kind silence live, yet
Let no voice be silenced,
Between breaths.
A quadrille for DVerse including the word “keep”. This poem didn’t begin as a quadrille, but then I decided to see if it would work as one, and I liked the result.
Being — a gift
Lasting for
Eternity ; God
Said we would live, not
Simply now — forever.
Immortal is the soul,
Now is the time
Given to befriend Him.
This was written a few days ago, and I am sharing it with the Poetry Pantry.
Something lighthearted to muse on the topic of getting Caught….I am also sharing with DVerse OLN. Click the link to read more poems!
Nylon spider-webs strewn
Over the living-room
Table and the coffee machine,
Hanging from the TV,
Big plastic jack-o’-lantern
Smiles upon the scene:
What a delight to be
Caught in the festivities —
Happy Halloween!
This poem was inspired by these prompts: about the positive side of change and about astonishment and wonder.
What she thought was the end of the world,
When she thought she was unlovable
Because she seemed unappreciated
By someone whose love she had wanted —
What she thought was rock bottom,
Was precisely the solid ground she needed
To stand at last on her own feet,
To rebuild, and find astonishment at the new life
She is leading, which she didn’t know she wanted.
Today’s poem is inspired by the fact that, in the Catholic Church, today is the memorial of Saint Margaret Mary Alacoque. She lived from 1647 to 1690. I read this quotation from one of her letters this morning:
“This divine heart [of Christ] is an abyss of all blessings, and into it the poor should submerge all their needs. It is an abyss of joy in which all of us can immerse our sorrows. It is an abyss of lowliness to counteract our foolishness, an abyss of mercy for the wretched, an abyss of love to meet our every need.”
The quotation led to this poem.
“Abyss” is an unusual word
To use referring to what’s good;
Yet in this paradox is heard
A depth of wisdom. Ask this: “Could
The Lord allow something that seems
To be unloving to our eyes?”
Yes, out of darkness God redeems
The suffering, and can surprise
Our own hearts with what He creates.
So out of the abyss can soar
More happiness. The one who waits
With hope will see such joys outpour.
Note: Shared with Angie Trafford’s Writing Wednesday because I mentioned darkness. Also shared with DVerse OLN.
One day we will understand
That the bends in the path,
The winding in the road,
The detours along the street
And even into wild unknown —
One day we will understand
And rest content with the path,
Surprisingly, exactly the right road,
Some say this happens in heaven’s streets.
Is it hell to remain unknown?
Fandango challenges us today to write about detours.
