I will sing
With a certain
For the notes
And even minor keys
A hidden door
After my GPA had risen so high,
I was relieved to see it fall,
Never so happy to get a B
In my life, no longer needing
To keep being perfect.
A much-needed reprieve:
The pursuit not worth it.
(true story, by the way — I was so excited to tell everyone, “I got a B!” XD )
Take a look inside:
Rudeness lurks inside the heart
Jealousy with bitterness
“Holidays” is the prompt for MLMM’s Tale Weaver from a couple of days ago. One of the questions that our prompter, Stephanie, asked is, “What do holidays mean to you?” so I wrote this sevenling.
In wider society “the holidays” means
Singing about Santa and snowmen,
Feasting with family and, above all, shopping
Whereas to many, and to me, this is the
Mass of Christ’s birth, the reason we
Sing and feast, joyously gift-giving
And it hurts when family does not see.
Lower the Christmas decorations
From their place in the cabinets and rafters,
Raise voices in song and celebration
Even while decorating for that day,
Holding space inside hearts for the
Christ-child to come, even while
Mourning for too many saddening absences.
A sevenling for FOWC: Better and as a response to MLMM’s Saturday Mix, which is about using opposites today (Well, not today, but over the past weekend — I’m late with my response again). “Mend/break and order/mess” are our given pairs, but I fit in another pair of opposites as a fun bonus. The picture is just one that I liked, which I took in my garden a couple of years ago. I tend to think of flowers as hopeful things.
Messy room must be
Put in order, lost job
Found again, broken heart mended.
Lessons taught take time,
Miracles might not be
Immediate, healing can be heavy —
But “better” is possible.