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Seasoned



SplinteredPaddle02aWe met full sail as summer swelled

and  we ran free

beneath borealis skies,

sun-kissed.

 

September’s sweet caress

coaxed us to sway in the starlight

as summer’s leaves shed

their emerald hue

 

splattering crimson

across our craft

brittle and thin as our words:

How’s work? How’s your mom? Did you feed the dogs?

 

Frost snaked aft and fore

across line and deck,

fine-webbed, rudder

shuddering in the thickening bay,

 

as we rolled, crested, creaked,

rolled, listed, lashed –

All hands on deck!

crashing through the icy bay,

 

boatswain lost in the fray.

Listing, righting, drifting,

two battered mates

keening for shore,

 

knot frayed, straining,

each with a splintered oar,

as spring’s tender kiss

dripped through the cabin door.

 

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Poem for Today


I stand at the edge of day
gathering vulnerabilities
in the waning light,

smoothing folds,
tucking edges in tight,
like a crisp cotton sheet

over a well-worn mattress,
frayed at the edges,
lumpy and stained.

But lie down, stretch out,
and the years rise like steam
tugging against the seams

of this origami life.

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From A Spring-Fed Well


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Agape,
to love without borders,

unconditionally,
expecting nothing in return.

To love without prompt
from a spring-fed well,

regardless, in spite of,
right through the messy midst of,

saying with the heart,
“There is nothing you can do

to make me love you more,
and nothing you can do

to make me love you less.”
Agape,

looking past imperfections
to hope,

who we were created to be,
who we can become in Christ.

To love
all-in, full-out,

without exception or condition
or end,

boundless, infinite,
beyond all human comprehension.

Possible only
with God, through God,

in God,
because He first loved us.

We love only
because He is

Love.

Whatever love we have,
whatever love we give —

however imperfect or skewed,
or misrepresented,

however conditional or grudging,
is His love

flowing through these broken vessels
damaged in the Fall,

beautifully
redeemed by grace,

forgiven, restored,
purposed

to fulfill His unfathomable plan
for all Creation.

Simply…
To love like Jesus.

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Whispers of Eternity


Masterpiece

To tender love
is to spill Christ,

however distorted,
shadowed, refracted

in these shards of clay,
whispers of eternity

oozing through fissure,
chink and gap,

staining Adam’s dust
in infinite array.

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Strands Resplendent


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To my children: Kyle, Sam, Sarah, Anna, and Megan

Tonight,
on this Thanksgiving Eve,

I am thankful
for each of you,

my children.

Thankful to be gathered
one more time

under this roof,
sharing

the good, the funny,
the deep and profound,

the challenging,
the hard.

Because it is sometimes…
hard.

I felt that this week
in the off-hand comment

never meant for my ears
that riled my spirit,

in the totaled van,
and another potential diagnosis,

and I knew I needed
perspective.

Then evening fell
in streaming ribbons

Of purple and red
and gold

gathering you
home

to this space
of undulating grace

and abrasive
frustration,

of laughter mingled
with prayer

and love
poured out

imperfect,
inadequate,

inefficient,
inept

and yet
enough

to link our lives
into strands

resplendent
in the Father’s eyes.

Perspective.
Because there is

nowhere
I’d rather be

than here
linking life and love

and hands and hearts
with you.

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Warrior Sisters


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In the quiet of the canyon,
Love slipped in on emerald wings

weaving hope among the thorns,
the Holy bleeding through the night

like diamonds,
until we said, Good Bye.

Yet across the miles,
hearts circled,

lifting, shielding,
wielding prayer and tears

and grace,
mercy falling

across the keys
of each pulsing life,

toes dipped
into the cool, clear waters

cutting deep
these ancient walls.

Tender flames grafting
into an unlikely band

of Freedom Fighters,
thirteen strong.

We are:

Frio-birthed,
Canyon-fed,
Grace-filled,
God-loving,
Hope-giving,
Prayer-drenched,
Love-nourished,
Word-sated,
Wagon-circling,
Trust-unfurling,
Shield-wielding
Frio, Ninja,

Warrior Sisters,

And we are ONE!
No sister left behind.

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Rhythm of Grace


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Moments set to
mouse clicks

and whirring
washers,

pencils
softly etching

days
into seasons,

wounds
into years.

Pain snapped
across the crisp

white pages
of time,

whorl of words
frothing

toward the
light,

cascading
heartbeats

held
tenderly

in an endless
rhythm of days,

roots
sinking,

tendrils
reaching,

stretching,
drinking in,

the eternal rhythm
of grace.

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They Sing His Soul


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They sing his soul,
these strings,

a shadow’s breath
between beauty and ache

when a minor chord
is struck,

tension quivering
between darkness and light,

rhythm and refrain,
cadence

of eternity,
echo of Eden’s pain.

*Sharing today at Open Link Night at DversePoets where words spill and poets speak.

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This is Grace


I didn’t ask to be
here,

in this place,
learning to text

these kids
over pizza and games,

but they came.

One
by one
by one.

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Knocked at my door,
stretching my heart

as wide
as their smiles,

while I choked
on the shards of their cry,

Is there room for me
inside?

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“Be careful,”
he said.

What?
And walk away

from these kids
whose lips have called me

mom,
exploding my discount

faith,
disrupting sleep and

rupturing
convenience?

Because this
this is Grace!

Love too deep
and wide

to ever fit inside
this soul

un-stretched.

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*Written for the kids of my heart: You are each a joy and a blessing, challenging me to laugh more, pray harder and be a better person, and I am forever changed. I love you all deeply from the heart, every day imperfectly, learning that that is exactly where Grace pours in and God ignites the tender flame of faith.

**Sharing with the community of dVersePoets today where words spill and poets speak.

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Drawn into Dark


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strong shafts push back
the dusk,

color cupped in this
exquisite

slice of day,
a silver heartbeat

caught
in shadow’s slow embrace,

cooling strands
of light

swallowed
in the slow

and undulating rhythms
of the night.

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“…God gives rest to his loved ones.” Psalm 127:2

“…when you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.” Proverbs 3:24

Joining with the community of dVersePoets today where words spill and poets speak. Come join the conversation.

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Book Spine Poetry


Thought I’d give the new challenge at Tweetspeak Poetry at try, and found myself completely absorbed! The challenge is to find poetry in book titles. Being a homeschooling mom of five for the past fourteen years, we have books everywhere. The following are my three favorite attempts. Enjoy!

Book Spine Poetry, Take 1

On Mornings Like This
Where the Broken Heart Still Beats,

Rumors of Water,
In Search of Honor,

Choosing to SEE

A Promise Kept,
Nothing to Fear

Holding Heaven
With Daring Faith,

Call it Courage!
Know What You Believe.

Book Spine Poetry, Take 2

Take My Heart, Oh God
Out of the Dust,

Turn My Mourning into Dancing,
Breath for the Bones,

as Ravished by Beauty,
The Soul Tells a Story

of Living on the Devil’s Doorstep,
Imprisoned for Christ,

yet Choosing to SEE
Where the Broken Heart Still Beats,

Piercing the Darkness
In Search of Honor,

God’s Will, God’s Best,
The Gift to be Simple…

Call it Courage!
Hear Heaven!

A Promise Kept,
The Artist’s Way.

Book Spine Poetry, Take 3

The Anthologist,
David’s copy,

Cry, the Beloved Country!

on Mornings Like This,
Nothing to Fear

but
The Practice of Poetry.

*If you haven’t read The Anthologist by Nicholson Baker, this last poem will make little sense. If you have, enough said. 🙂

Now it’s your turn. I dare you to give it a try!

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Lyric and Light


Moments
quiver at the margin
as if trying to decide
whether to slip
into the puddle below
or be devoured
by the long slow tongue
of the sun,

atom by atom,

while I stand
at the margin
of my children’s
lives
wondering

whether or not to
speak.

too many words
and they say,
“You don’t listen!”

too little
and I trivialize
what I
“just don’t understand.”

none at all
and I’m distracted,
“don’t really want to talk.”

but I do!
why else would I be
here
in this dark hour

seeking some
small pool of
Light

to pale the lies,
untie the muck
that’s kept us stuck
so long
in shade

as poetry’s deft
fingers

silently
infuse
this shadowed song

with grace.

*Running breathless and a little late to join in the lively discussion of The Anthologist by Nicholson Baker with the fine folk at Tweetspeak.

This poem is based off a series of excerpts from the first six chapters, but especially this one: “If you have something to say, say it. Don’t save it up….slam it in immediately. It won’t work if you hold it in reserve. Begin by saying what you actually care about saying, and the saying of it will guide you to the next line, and the next, and the next.” (p.9)

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Fragrance of the Deep



She is fragrant
as a cedar grove,
morning moist,
inviting passersby

to pause

and breathe
and feed upon the Word
nourishing her soul

Spirit in
self out
more of Him
less of her
with every breath

the fragrance of her life,
surrender to the Deep

agony of drowning,
exquisite,

in the passion
of His Soul.

Written for my beautiful friend Deb, who breathes Jesus in the good and the hard, truly the most beautiful woman I know, both inside and out.

Joining Tuesday with dVersePoets in celebration of their one year anniversary of launching an exciting, internationally expanding poetic community.

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Work-in-Progress


What if I opened my heart
With both hands

And offered to let you read my soul?

Would you?

Not a jacket blurb
Or polished introduction

But the un-proofed,
Unedited

Work-in-progress?
Me splayed across the page

Every word

Printed
For you to read.

Would you?

Sharing today with DversePoets, where words spill and poets speak. Come join the conversation!

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Celebrate


Grasp life with both hands and
Unscrew the lid

Plunge deep in the marrow
And dance

in the Presence
of joy

Gathered in
Spread wide

Iridescent glimpses
When the soul breathes

Deep and lives!

Joining words with the Christian Writers’ Blog Chain this month on the topic Celebrate. Visit the links listed above right to continue this month’s celebration!

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Do I Dare?


Do I dare to climb inside
the deep

where Love pries
wide the soul

from smooth black ink?
Beyond expectation

of days without
wrinkle or stain

where beauty wilts
and image leeches

passions gray?
Amputating imperfection?

Do I dare
to step against the grain

and wear my shoes
indoors,

my bare feet
out

where claustrophobic reputation
cannot crush

the real
beneath its gritty sole,

and I can suck the marrow
from this day

and breathe?

Sharing today with DversePoets, where words spill and poets speak. Come join the conversation!

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Capacity


A found poem, my first, the words of Julia Cameron taken from her book,
The Artist’s Way, Week 2: Recovering a Sense of Identity, (pp. 52-54).

Attention is an
Act of connection,

The world rich,
Throbbing with treasure

Beautiful souls,
Interesting people

A series of small
Miracles.

Clock the seasons,
And days

Stand knee-deep in the
Flow of life

And
Pay attention!

For the creative life involves
Great swathes of attention

Its reward?
Healing.
To connect,

And survive.

Its gift?
The capacity
for delight.

Pain becoming
Something more…

Valuable…

Each moment
The only safe place

Between a past too painful
To remember

And a future too terrifying
To contemplate

But this moment
Taken alone,

Always bearable

Our quality of life
Always in proportion

To our capacity for
Delight.

*This poem is dedicated:to my Dad, who taught me to “see,”
and to my husband, who graciously grants me the time and space to
“pay attention” in the midst of our crazy, busy life with a house
full of teens. I love you both!

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Joining today with Tweetspeak Poetry’s Book Club discussion of The Artist’s Way.

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Sunday Words


“But Joseph said… ‘Am I in the place of God? You intended to harm me,
but God intended it for good…’” — Genesis 50:19, 20

One Sunday afternoon
I asked you to
Describe me

In one word,

Thought it might be fun.
Your choice
Surprised

And wounded

Cranky?
That’s your word?
You didn’t laugh.

I didn’t ask you to
Explain
But wondered,

Is that really what he
Sees
In me?

And then today

Oh, you’re a real
piece of work

Slipped through gritted teeth
And chilled my soul

Oh, Lord, I breathed
Just keep me
Still

To seek the truth
Beneath these brittle
Words

Right here
Where love is thin
And scarred

And I so often
Get it
Wrong

Just You, I prayed,
And truth
And…

…ohhhh…

I am
A piece of work!

Exquisite, holy
True,

A masterpiece
Of workmanship

Redeemed, alive
Set free

In You!

Linking up with dVerse Poets today. Come, drink deep of poet-speak.

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The Mystery of Art


A poem in response to Tweetspeak Poetry’s Book Club discussion of
The Artist’s Way, (Introduction through Week 1: Recovering a Sense
of Safety). The bolded lines are author and artist Julia Cameron’s words.
The rest are mine.

As we are creative beings, our lives become our work of art. (p. xxvi)

So I search for words
In the crinkle of newspaper
Igniting pinecones into
Flame

Blue-white wisps coaxed to
Dance

In swirling orange
Skirts
Wide in the wind

Art is born in attention. Its midwife is detail. (p. 21)

And I listen for words
In the sizzle of chicken,
The chopping of carrots,
The simmering of stock
For soup

Waiting for them to
Rise with the dough,
Steep with the tea,

Crumble
A bumper crop of
Cones
Into ash

…the singular image is what haunts us and becomes art (p. 21)

Tiny golden flecks
Glinting in
Green eyes

Soft spring rain
Nourishing tender
Roots
One fat drop
At a time

Ideas, like
Heat-cracked crusts,
Cooling on the counter,
Steam rising

The artist brain is
• sight and sound, smell and taste, touch
(p. 21)
sensual, a language of felt experience (p. 21)
reached through rhythm – through rhyme, not reason (p. 21)
triggered by images (p. 23)

Seeking art in every breath,
Swallow
Action

Cotton floating soft
Against bare skin

Vapors of
Heat rising
Hypnotic,
Altering the way we
See

Words pouring
Across days
Like slow molasses

Flitting in,
Swooping out

As we blink
Capture
Recognize
Record

Become the art

Noticing
Seeking

Because creativity
Is not
A luxury

But inherently
Who we are

Fearfully and
Wonderfully
Made

By Him who
Spun the cosmos
And separated the seas

Who,
In mystery,
Created

You and me.

*Join us here and see what others are saying about The Artist’s Way:
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Her


She’s cotton and denim,
well-worn

Brown leather cut wide
Across bare feet

Cool tea in glass bottles
~ never sweet ~

And heavy cream
Conversations

You can sink your teeth into
Plain maybe, but

Real
Not brave

Just longing for a
Few

To plumb the depths
And drink the nectar of her

Soul
Skip the whipped and waxy

Words of discontent
To breathe

The heady scarlet
Thread of

Sacrifice
And joy alighting at the

Edge
As she swoops and swallows

The night
Inviting me to

Breathe the rhythm
Of her life.

*Inspired by Michelle Rinaldi Ortega who encouraged me to respond to this week’s prompt at Three From Here and There.

And linking with dVerse Poets where words spill and poets speak.

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