The Old Abandoned Churches of New England

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

cbeckwith32July 14, 2017July 14, 2017Leave a comment

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Calm

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

cbeckwith32June 23, 2017June 23, 20171 Comment

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Invisible

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

cbeckwith32May 26, 2017May 26, 2017Leave a comment

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Ambush

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cbeckwith32April 28, 2017Leave a comment

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The Girl Who Blocked Her Own Shot

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

cbeckwith32April 23, 2017Leave a comment

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Who wants to open a box when they already know what’s inside?

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?

cbeckwith32April 4, 2017Leave a comment

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Parental Perspective

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

cbeckwith32March 22, 20172 Comments

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Eulogy for the Living

How many more ways can this be said? You don’t have to carry this alone You are radically loved and pursued So much so that you don’t believe it You can not accept that there is enough light to cover over all of your dark – All of your wrong There is love – Enough love To engulf you like a cleansing sea It’s briny … Continue reading Eulogy for the Living

cbeckwith32March 12, 2017March 12, 2017Leave a comment

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Poverty

Crooked bookie Wobbly hood Or should we call him Robbing Hood… Steals from the poor to give to the rich With a quickness of nitwit And the stroke of his pen The poor, the sick, the elderly, the widows and children of war, he condemns The huddled masses for centuries accepted to our land The backbone of our country – diversity – Now in adversity stands … Continue reading Poverty

cbeckwith32January 29, 2017January 29, 20171 Comment

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This is a Dangerous Poem

As the society swells with protest, I’m offering a glimpse, a viewpoint, a perspective to add to the fight for equal liberties and justice for all. FEM We are nasty women with battle scars Inappropriately touched By the patriarch Told to hide our imperfections To silence our voice in many elections Righteous anger Silenced too long Only asking you see your hypocrisy! Your system: lets … Continue reading This is a Dangerous Poem

cbeckwith32January 22, 2017Leave a comment

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	kimJ on Calm
	cbeckwith32 on Parental Perspective
	KimmyJ on Parental Perspective
	linda delaney on Poverty
	Aunt Beth on A prayer that turned my heart…