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Poetry

A collection of 45 posts

Lent Poetry 19

The Second Coming If I reach out my hands are slapped aside-- They shout that I'm not right, I am an abomination. Others will say that I don't care enough shouting that I am wrong because I do not see the world in the eyes of

Lent Poetry 18

"I made a mistake." "You did. You should be punished." I shuffled my feet. "But she said..." Nemesis peered into my soul, then laughed at me. "It is never just a mistake, is it? It is your stupidity that makes you do the

Lent Poetry 17

Some days the words won't come I will speak them in English but no one understands what I say. I could yell from the rooftops and the ones on the ground will shout that it's just gibberish and ask why I'm yelling so loud.

Lent Poetry 16

The days I love you the most are the worst days-- the frustrating days when the world seems too big and nothing's going right, the days where your body isn't cooperating, the days when something sits hard taking your breath or stealing your shine. Those are

Lent Poetry 15

Emotions like soda bubble through my head nothing stands still and nothing is explicable most of life is fluid now time is moving forward instead of frozen there is much to do but time is no longer relevant instead time has become expansive

Lent Poetry 14

Sometimes Simplifying Needs to happen Just because The world Is too much

Lent Poetry 13

He told us that his friend was lucky because Hell was closed I wondered what made today so special but I forgot to ask

Lent Poetry 12

The sun through the clouds made the sky feel vast as we drove the world suddenly felt endless all possible full of warmth and wonder because I was going home

Lent Poetry 11

Moving is hard Brain hates change But I will be home and then life will resume change isn’t bad

Lent Poetry 10

Transformation Your nails Painted black a small thing but not a little thing a Fedora a jacket we change but we are more together and separate

Lent Poetry 9

I have missed so much of you-- all the small daily looks and touches that make up the tapestry of our marriage While it's absence was quiet torture, I am giddy at the thought of rediscovering you and all that made me fall in love with you from

Lent day 8

NPC Lurking in a darkened doorway The Villian stands guard over the shadows that live beyond the threshold He lets their tendrils leak through the cracks when I'm not paying attention to this battle with my own will

Lent Day 7

the chime sounded I clicked and suddenly the world moved forward Update: I AM GOING HOME!!! For those who I haven't told yet, my visa letter came earlier today and now I get to finally join my Wife in Ireland! I am so ecstatic! I swear I'

Lent poetry 6

"Do you not know who you are, or is it that you don't know what you are?" he asked. "I am human," I replied. His eyes bore into me. Then he sat forward. "Eukaryota Animalia Chordata Mammalia Primates Heplorhini Simiiformes Hominidae Homininae Hominini

Lent Poetry 5

There's so much distance between our screens I always wonder (trying not to ruminate about it) what we would have done without this tiny digital window that has been our lives for almost two years

Lent Poetry 4

the masks are handed to me one after the other they aren't mine, but other's expectations and I want to smash them all they are not me but if I do what is left? what face is shown and will it burn in the sunlight?

Lent Poetry 3

Family We met at Halloween, then again at Christmas-- acceptance making it so there was more than just friendship from the start. No one can tell you how it happens but sometimes Fate puts Her hand into things and creates love and beauty.

Lent Poetry 2

words from the past determine the future but as I look at our past selves I see the truth of us we've change we've deepend but You and I have always had love and kindness and play intertwined and individual we are ourselves now and forever

Lent Poetry 1

Today is Ash Wednesday and the first day of Lent. During seminary, I started doing Lenten workings, working with the concept of sacrifice, which is the whole premise of Easter in my personal theology. It is usually something that I end up doing every day until Easter that takes the

Fountain Pen Thoughts -- February 4

Fountain Pen Thoughts -- February 4

Blessed (belatedly) Imbolg! A poem: I have to believe in hope to believe in a light at the end of the tunnel to believe that after everything the Spring will come and the butterflies and birds will do their yearly dances. I have to believe that flowers will still bloom