That Time They Wanted to Throw Jesus off a Cliff

Today I have writtenย  one two full poems and have 6 more that are started and not finished, plus multiple other ideas that I want to write about, if there is time and if the blizzard inside my mind calms down enough for me to organize these ideas in a coherent way. Having the goal of posting something yet having no idea what to share is a bit of a quandary. Continue reading

Echoing Our Lady

For Flashback Friday — this is a poem from a poetry notebook of mine that I haven’t looked at for a long time. Linked with JusJoJan. I wrote this on July 4, 2018 (I need to give myself credit so as not to commit plagiarism ๐Ÿ™‚ ).


Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum:
Let it be done to me according to your word,
According to your gracious voice,
The most beautiful I’ve ever heard.

May trust rise up, that I may say:
Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum,
Your loving will is intricate,
weaving tapestries as on a loom.

I do not see the end result today,
Yet your eyes do, Craftsman full of skill:
Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum,
I do not know, yet you always will.

May your kingdom come, and not my own,
I abdicate my throne to give you room,
you are the rightful owner of this heart:
Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum.

The Annunciation, by Leonardo da Vinci
The Annunciation, Leonardo da Vinci, via franciscanmedia.org

P.S.ย  I’m grateful to myself for writing this because I had totally forgotten about it and needed the reminder about what is most important. ๐Ÿ™‚ Hope you like it, too.

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Do Dreams Count?

The Sevenling poetry form is pretty good for surprising / shock endings, (EVERYONE FOLLOW BRIAN’S BLOG — the prompts are fun but no one besides me links up!!) so I’ve got one of those to share today. I wanted to write something better, but we’re running out of time for the prompt, and as Linda’s challenge says, “Just jot it!” Based on a true story that happened this morning. ๐Ÿ™‚ I needed to get up early and was worried that I would smash the snooze button on my alarm and go back to sleep for an hour (which is what usually happens). Continue reading

Why I Write in a Daily Journal

Today’s JusJoJan prompt is “Journal,” and the dรฉcima challenge is to use “Hush” in one of the A rhyme lines. Writing Wednesday: Letter. FOWC: Variation. MVB: Stolen. I’m really glad to have been able to finish and share this one because I have been really tired today.


The crazy thoughts begin to hush —
Those variations of the day
That I hope my prayers will allay,
Once the words can to paper rush.

The tension melts like snow to slush
With every letter on the lines,
Pain freed from the body’s confines.
Some stolen peace is then restored
With honesty and feelings poured —
Reflected in tears, the sun shines.

Setting New Records

Reading most prompts today, I wasn’t particularly inspired (although I did end up using FOWC: Dogged), but upon seeing that the prompt word for JusJoJan day 23 is “surviving,” I knew that I could write something about that! Even when it’s pathetically difficult, every day I beat my previous record for number of consecutive days alive! ๐Ÿ˜€ย 


Keep
Surviving,
Sometimes doggedly,
Never know what days will bring —
But
Some
Mornings make the fearful fight
Seem to shrink away;
There is hope
Here.

The Cake Is Not A Lie

Today’s SoCS prompt is “icing on the cake,” in honor of our host, Linda Hill’s, birthday. Happy birthday, Linda! ๐Ÿ˜€


In high school, I took a cooking class, and we had a cake-decorating competition. Because my group was full of nerds, we made a cake of the “Companion Cube” from the video game Portal. The pink things that look like flowers are supposed to be hearts, but the cake was indeed a perfect cube (one of our group members made sure of that!).

It had a TON of icing on it.

The Healing Depth of Love

It’s time for Fandango’s Flashback Friday again! However, I’m posting an old poem that I have not posted before, so as to not be repetitive. ๐Ÿ™‚ This was untitled in the original notebook; it took me a little while to come up with a title for this post. Also, this post has helped me complete the mission for JusJoJan day 21. ๐Ÿ˜€


Sustain the weary with a word:
Allow their pain to now be heard,
To usher in a note of peace,
Like the song of a little bird. Continue reading

The Pit of Your Stomach

“Shame weighs a thousand pounds.”

(first line of my poem)

Shame weighs a thousand pounds.
You try to take it out
On your body but that just
Makes it press more heavily.
Suffocating.
Chaining.
A stone in the pit of your stomach
Drags you down to dark depths
Where you wait for drowning
To finally claim its victim.


For One-Liner Wednesday, you’re probably not supposed to quote yourself, but I couldn’t find anything good this morning and also wanted to share that poem. Posting makes me feel a bit lighter.

Just Jotting

The word for JusJoJan day 18 is “cycle.”ย  I wrote a haiku about the moon yesterday using that word. The word “cycle” makes me think of my emotions and how #%@&ed up I am, but I guess it could also refer to cycling, like on a bike. That reminds me of driving because people try to reassure me that I can learn to drive; they say, “It’s kind of like learning to ride a bike” because once you know, you don’t really forget. In my case, it really is like learning to ride a bike because I never learned to ride a bike either! XD

I didn’t intend to ramble so much. I was going to share a poem. Yesterday I only wrote 2 poems (which is disconcertingly low for me; I usually write 4 or 5, if not more!), but today I have written more than that and intend to keep writing if I don’t just go to sleep really early.

The poem I am going to share is one that took me 3 days to write, even though it’s only 6 lines long. Sometimes I feel like I make God look bad, but trust me: I would be even more messed-up without Him, and He has blessed me with lots of friends (and blog readers! ๐Ÿ™‚ ) who like me! ๐Ÿ˜€

God plumbs the depths and penetrates the heart:
He made them all and cares for every one,
He made the Earth and all that it contains,
The moon to mark the months; for days, the sun.
How He can make a broken life restart,
And give new meaning to each of our pains!