New Moon

The moon is new, and so the sky is dark.
The stars are shining someplace but not here.
The difference ‘twixt Now and Then is stark,
For nighttime’s Guide is gone, and there’s the fear
Of what comes next, no, even what is Now —
Rewriting of the story not allowed.


Shared with DVerse OLN because I wanted to post a poem today, short though it is.

Hide No More

DVerse OLN is live today, and I will be reading this poem, written a couple of days ago. I’m excited to get to take part again; usually I’ve been working while it’s going on! By the way, I am grateful for each person who has offered a “speaking place” for me. I never forget such kindness. โค

Emotions need a speaking place
A speaking, speaking, speaking place
Where they can find a caring face
Where they can be expressed. 

If there are secrets unconfessed
Some shame-drenched secrets unconfessed,
Perhaps that leads to moods depressed
Perhaps that needs the light.

Emotions hidden from all sight
So hidden, hidden, from all sight
Must be brought out from endless night
Must be brought out, released. 

Emotions need a speaking place
Must be brought out, released. 

This is HYSTERICAL!

This is going to be another ranting / rambling post. You have been warned.

I saw a post on Instagram, the other day, along the lines of “Don’t trust the thing that’s trying to kill you.” Don’t trust the eating disorder. Don’t trust , the depression. Whatever. Don’t trust the PMDD or whatever is going on with me this time. But if I can’t trust the very body I live in, then what can I trust. Jesus, of course. “Jesus” is always the answer, isn’t it, my Christian friends? It’s too bad when you don’t particularly like Him these days, but you can’t deny or ignore His existence. Go ahead and give me the “worst Christian” award; I don’t care.

Yesterday was this month’s full moon. Maybe that’s why I am being a LUNAtic! I’m a little obsessed with the names of each month’s full moon. July’s is called the Buck Moon because deer’s antlers are growing at this time (allegedly).

I started a cherita about this earlier and am finishing it now:

I am obsessed with the full moon,

Periodically feeling like a total lunatic,
Personality eclipsed, it's absolutely

Hysterical but not funny at all. It shines
Like an unwanted spotlight, and I can't
Hide; the moon can't leave the stage either.
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Blindness and Light

I, blind to the future, must walk forward,
Hoping for Heaven, which I'm limping toward.

Imagination paints predictions vividly,
Dread digs up a dozen ways to scare me. 

What's coming in life are paths unknown,
Only little by little is any light shown.

Yet when the future day comes into my sight,
Even a crooked way may straighten to delight.

I wonder if there's truly much to fear,
Even if I don't see my Guide here. 

This poem was inspired by the Bible verse Isaiah 42:16 (KJV).

And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known: I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake them.

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Morning Cinquain

For Brian’s prompt this week and also for FOWC: Generous. I often write these without being prompted, but this was still fun. It was also convenient because I forgot to even look at what the challenge was until this morning!


Sunrise:
Generous gift
Most likely sleep in, but
Opportunity every day
To wake.

This makes me want to try to wake up earlier tomorrow. I’ve been wasting daylight!

waterfalls during sunset
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Night and Day

For Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge, “Night and Day,” here is my response. I am only one day late! ๐Ÿ™‚

I looked through my photos from my first year of college, when I lived on campus and when I used to take photos of the flowers all the time, any time of the day. Looking back, I see that I had a lot of fun giving them creative titles, and also probably never deleted a single one!

All of Us...
I took this one around sunset.
I had titled this one, “Beauty in the Night.”

Unfortunately, I’m having trouble uploading any more photos. There were 2 more that I wanted to share. Here is a little poem I just wrote:

Keep?
Vanish
The petals,
The day and night,
Memory is left —
Looking at these,
We can be
Happy
Still.

Lux in Tenebris

It’s a day late for Fandango’s Flashback Friday, so here I am with “See-it-again Saturday.”ย  ๐Ÿ™‚ This time I skimmed through my archives for past Junes, especially for poems written around this same date (June 10th or 11th). I found several good ones, if I can say so myself. This chance to go back and read poems that I’ve forgotten about is quite welcome!I hope you enjoy reading. ๐Ÿ˜€

First, a tetractys, originally published here:

Have
The key
To my heart:
It wants to be
Loved deeply, for itself, like anyone.


I was encouraged by Jenna-from-5-years-ago with this one:

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
โ€” John 1:5

Words might be hurtful,
And rejection, might be mine,
But my God redeems it,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.

Will my friends abandon me,
In this Gethsemane?
But God gets me through it,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.

Amidst mean words,
I seek my Shepherd:
My lamp is lit,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.

Lastly, I wanted to link to this poem here, titledย  “Water Is Dry,” which I found intriguing.

Lifting

The writing part of my brain (which is most of my brain, at this point), has been active today, so I’ve got this reverse etheree to share. I might even post twice today — working on a poem that requires a bit ofย  research! ๐Ÿ˜€


Soul
Lifting:
Risen Christ
Opens Heaven,
Rejoice and be glad
To know this endless day,
Leaving no place for shadows.
Upward movement: dead live again,
Corruptibility having been
Restored to everlasting radiance.

white clouds and blue sky
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