In lieu of the current state of affairs With Facebook opinions so generously shared I’m taking block that was mentally built From my childhood – I call it my “Catholic guilt” So whether you take a knee or you don’t, Wave the confederate flag or you won’t, Whether you speak it, or write it, or sing us a song Whether you’re wrong or you’re right … Continue reading You’re Wrong
I woke up in love On a sunny Sunday morning Bird chirps Dog snores Hot tea nestled between my hands Thumbs curved through the tea cup’s handle Steam kissed face Warm layers of Stretchy pants and sweaters My hair’s grown past my ears Softly brushes my shoulders For the first time in years Turmoil Trouble Gave me my space My peace My rest My sabbath … Continue reading Sunny Sundays
I am listening. I am listening to a broken world. I am seeing the darker side of humanity, not for the first time, but with new eyes. I am so sorry. So heartbroken for my brothers and sisters. I can not blame the hatred on the ones who showed it outright before I pluck the plank of hatred from my own mind’s eye This is … Continue reading Pink Thin Skin
I see a church whose fiery fathers Lit the hearts of their congregation A space once filled with huddled Zealous hearts Masses Desperate For their Savior Week after Life-giving Week He was preached ……………………………………………………… Somewhere the lines were twisted Point of views in time and life Were shifted When traditions and those who held them Started dying Softened truths crept into hearts Fake prophesies, Lost prophets, … Continue reading The Old Abandoned Churches of New England
Calm Inhale the clouds Exhale the dust Count the stars on the back of your eyelids Calm Trace the outlines of your memories Dance among those precious, Vague shapes Smile Stretch and move your flexible spine Strong Remember the time You stood up in fear and trembling Armed with audacious Hope Put your hand on your hip – Still carrying the arrows you … Continue reading Calm
Full disclosure: this one’s a bummer. This is therapy for me, but even if one person can relate to it, then I’d feel justified in hitting that “publish” button. Sometimes I have to write the raw feelings before my heart can get to the lesson behind the pain. Invisible They say it’s hard to forgive and forget, But I gave that up when I … Continue reading Invisible
I want you to know That every time I face a blank page with a half-formed idea that I have to FORCE myself to pick the words that bring life Above the words that burn bridges, Express bitterness Or allow anger biased by hurt to freely flow. I chose a life of words that heal And I have to keep making that choice through every … Continue reading The Girl Who Blocked Her Own Shot
Gentle words Coarse face Broken heavy heart she carries Place to place On her way to a distant land Her helper takes the burden up Sore knees Red knuckles Bruised ego She places at the alter of her psyche Every way she’s tried to fit their mold Impossibly impossible Their small minds conceived ill-shaped Spaces to banish her from the word “Normal” Never was it … Continue reading Who wants to open a box when they already know what’s inside?
Someday my house may be clean and organized and I won’t constantly be looking for things that I put back in their place because no little fingers will have picked them up from where I set them and placed them back somewhere completely illogical. I won’t be stepping over bits and pieces of papers, pencil shavings, and toy parts (legos), and when I buy something … Continue reading Parental Perspective
