focused amongst darkness,
blind to a last chance and determined to count regrets.
cherish, even the ending, with the promise to never forget,
light sparks as it is extinguished
and her heart flutters, yes.
Resilience
Tag Archives: Faith
Musings
drove this afternoon,
so I wouldn’t have to listen to my thoughts
the music helped, but I keep thinking on how everything has changed.
no, not just foliage within the trees or in the depths of the ditches, but in all cases.
there’s an old homestead I wanted to take pictures of, my destination was set for the day. Go back and visit what makes sense, Aud.
as I stopped to turn in, a wedding was just letting out,
I smiled at their choice of location. Country, prairie and simple seems easy.
how fun to imagine his stare and all the dresses, the devotion and all the extras.
the children are safe after a weekend with their father, pleasantries were extended,
college life in full swing and real life looks good on them even from afar, babies no longer, maybe now momma
should breathe.
as night settles in – outside – I gave thanks for the light of the moon, peeking through the leaves still green,
as bright as a headlamp, it would seem, and brought with it an element of peace.
my prayers for you the same today as yesterday, and I’ll visit them again with each tomorrow.
yes, so much is changing and maybe it’s time,
yet I’m fully aware, even with faith in our Lord, I am frightened and full of sorrow.
Red
summertime is what I see
old barn needs some red,
some foolish Gen Z said
my response, “wanna bet!”
leave her alone she’s good as she sits,
what a glorious storytime tone this shade of red is.
Haiku – Little Things
afternoon surprise
babe’s breath chosen wildly
delightful workday
Time
crucial some would say
the space between then and now
fluctuates between right
and wrong, expected
obviously.
looking back – foolish,
forward eventually becomes – available.
we possess forward.
when shared,
is it ever really your own?
Forethought
reckless eyes fixate
messy shallows glistening
don’t sip water
Accessories
a wooden hand cross holds
my hand back; touched
a child’s toy soldier to remind
me daily of him; once protected
a rock from the mountains; pure
joy exists.
Compartmentalized needs.
Reminder
who we are is decided
yet ever flowing, correct?
be the breeze; gentle and free
be steadfast in image, thought
and deeds,
I see you, Mr. Redbird, I see you
watching me among the debris.
Your tweet insists following
or even a reminder you’re near,
but most of all its a sign
I do know love, and hello new year.
Audacity
Fight
for where
the breath
you take
comes
with ease
Spirit of the Day
the concern within my eyes –
twilight assumes as its own,
my faith breathes.
gone is nearly today, as dust billows
life continues, work sets the pace
the echoes of yesterday
further behind, as tomorrow
eagery awaits.
Cicadas joyful within the trees,
remembering to honor those
before the sun sets,
pups howl against the breeze.
Light, use your glow,
dusk determines goodnight –
we’ll pause – alongside the tea kettle.
The future, only God knows, yet I whisper ideas as
the spirit of the day settles.
Quite A Shock
she walked along a careful breeze
trying not to upset those she
thought she needed
laughter distanced itself
from her
worth noting the invisibility
fought against a fierce wind
which made her curls
slap her nose, then
silliness of it all encouraged
her tiny nose twitch and dimples to take flight
the giggles were quite a shock
Supernumerary
window wide open
faithful love escapes vastness
wimpering echoes
Innocence
I am the girl
who holds every word
received
in her hands.
Searches each paragraph
with hope,
of finding a piece
adoration for me.
Your Power
When days drag, here in the office alone and the optimism is low,
There’s this; your quick video of the open road.
My smile begins across the eyes, a sparkle creates a giggle, my mind senses your truth.
I’m not there but I feel the energy you often exude.
A tractor trailer rolls on down the road, spit causes the shine, and your power is felt by everyone as you drive along by.
Yet, Little Deuce Coupe, is the tune you’re singing, tapping your cowboy boot against the pedal: a musical pair unlike any other.
And I grin, because I’m proud of you, who you are, and wish I was riding along, Big Brother.
Felted Armor
delicate felted petals
her armor, really.
bravery: to go it alone,
not what she had envisioned,
but it is, so she’s trying.
some say, “she made it.”
local soil, a lovely bed, complete transparency.
spreading light for those seeking,
while awaiting destiny, is
all that’s left.
Plea of Surmount
thunder sounds like the past
why do I listen?
deep moans of the rumble
cause an aching below, one
I no longer yearn for,
but I do. Passion find me
determined, my plea.
Life
ebbs and flows; comes and goes
the reality of the daily,
creates opportunity
sharing this life with another
is meant to be.
Planning
Day three of trying to buy eggs, maybe longer.
Probably
Still none in sight
However,
I got a call from my neighbor, her boyfriend has good news
His girls are layin’
Sounds like I’ll have eggs soon,
So much for leaving the county.
And Then What?
Milestones met
at the start of the sun,
give it two years,
the daily will be done,
and then
what?
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 