Adherence

Sometimes only silence
Can tell the stories we need
To welcome, collect,
For in the moment retained
The voice of reason appears.
Years chasing after
Things we cannot possess more
Than blinks of our eyes,
Acquisitions soon become
Clutter we must eliminate.
If we are so blessed
We awaken to realize
Love is the only
Treasure worth living, dying,
To maintain, eternal gain.

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Haiku Quintet

Holding your hand gives
Me such a comfortable
Feeling, life seems bright.

It does not matter
How it is we find our way,
Roses bloom in Spring.

I am so inept
Very much out of my depth,
Dancing timid steps.

I seclude myself
When I pour my heart out loud,
Winter birds still sing.

Fear like a jacket
Slips around all the things thought,
Canceling progress.

Dear Tomorrow,

We know you are approaching fast and ask that you help us move toward our dreams, allow us a little less doubt, fear, and pain. Please restore our creativity.

The blessing of God often fills all our lives. Sometimes we may forget to be grateful.

Dear Lord, who is God of every yesterday, today, and tomorrow, we thank You for Your hand upon our lives. So much in our days would never be possible without You made it so.

When we ask things into the future, we are confident that You are already in those moments working for our good. Lord, please help us, everyone, for only You can.

Nothing is lost, for You, dear God, have power over every single thing. You are LOVE and blessing.

Thank you, Jesus, we know all times are safe in You.

Empower

Open the doors, gates,
Let love be the preeminent state.
Know the beauty, find the grace,
Turn all of life into a pleasant space.
Let go of the fear and pain,
Nothing long remains the same.
Hearts beating a tempo new
Where negativity once grew.
Love the utmost power –
Proven, upon others, hour by hour.
No claims made without due consideration,
Can elevate – unless love is in the deliberation.
Each moment a precious gift
Reviving spirits, souls acquiring lift.

Deep Notes

Death is a vigil
Kept leaning over every
Moment, a salient shadow
Stealing who is, who might be.
Life is the energy, activity,
Driving, growing, making,
Unfolding all treasure
Of experience and being.
Love is the music
Arising in the souls ready
To dance the hopeful steps
Of long-awaited romance.
Hands held, kisses longing,
Filling, gentle remembering,
Holding the tenderness
Of memories keenly made.
Take advantage of the times –
For they swiftly disappear,
The aching pain of absence,
What is lost and cannot
Be at any cost retrieved,
Over the passage
Evaporated years, opportunities
Missed, turned aside in life;
Finally, it sears the heart.
Grief is a cruel thief.

The way this evolved was unique. I was reading a short story in which a character was sitting at a dying relative’s bedside. The line, “Grief is a thief,” came to me. It resonated with me. So the poem began with death and worked round and about to the line with which I ended.

I did a small portion of it in my journal. I left for several hours and came home to type it in. As often happens, much of it changed in the process. I hope you enjoyed it, even with the darker notes.

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At this point, I am considering whether to continue my vow to post every day into 2021. Some days I am quite mystified over what I will write. 2020 has been very productive. There was even a month I posted 75 times. This is not my first engagement of this sort. If you visit my Chronicles site, you will see what I mean.

As a prompt, I challenge you to evaluate your creative life and see if posting every day of 2021 might move you to be more productive. If not every day, more than you currently do, would be an improvement.