The faces we love Fade into phase states we wish Could still be ignored, But our aching hearts cannot Deny time passes, a storm. Every day we vow We will remain strong, no tears, But memory prods At us, pushing emotion Beyond reasonable limits. Believing we were Through strident protests, prayers, To stay the Lord’s hand; Knowing He controlled each death We thought God might longer spare. Cries, tears, squalls befall, We again wonder more than Is our given right, Why, oh why, go they forward Leave us wallowing, deep night?
One feels excessive When ignored, Like a used paper cup Washed against a clog Blocking a storm drain Which will finish its Descent with an outburst Of rain and a thunderclap Causing tender ears pain.
Who we are is a blessing, For we tumble like rocks In a polishing canister Until our sharp edges curve, Beautiful colors gleam, On our smooth surfaces, After time expended in Bringing us through study, Toil, trouble, to inspiration.
None is expendable, Gifts arranged like jewelry, In a showcase accrued Throughout hours become Profitable, years when those Who dream unfettered, sparkle Like platinum starburst, Proving love is the attribute Most attractive and affirming.
The quiet of home when we Return from wrestling lions all day. The satisfaction of writing letters, Poems, songs for loved ones. The taste of a meal carefully Prepared with helpings of love. A comfortable chair, bright light, Books we are longing to read. Songs we never realized existed But for which we find a soul hunger. A dog, cat, lizard, goat, cow, whoever Comes snuggles up, revealing devotion. Stolen hours when hearts, souls Are permitted freedom to dance art. Picking up a crying child, watching As eyes go wide, kissed by a smile. The sweet hug of those treasured Who we raised despite everything. Traveling to a far-off wonderland, Returning to a space of belonging. Knowing, growing with screen friends, Finally, meeting with hugs, face to face. Sunshine after a bleak succession Of wickedly dark, sad stormy days. The alabaster moon coming from behind Clouds, in time for a sweetheart kiss. Setting aside specific times to find those Moments to sincerely pray to the Lord. Laying down, fed, safe, warm, beneath Covers, falling into deep refreshing sleep. Awaking to a day full of opportunity, Possibility, without doubt, we are loved. Living in a blessed place where each one Can achieve hopes, dreams, and success.
An arctic blast – Maybe there should Be igloos, for form’s sake. Solstice is long past, Yet, now, the chill Penetrates every bone, Cranny and gap. Yule logs consumed Time afore would Now be welcomed Upon many hearths To warm the fireside. Even so, the snow In its weavings Looks like treacle icing Upon the listing evergreens. Winter dreams tell Tales of coming Spring Where the Earth rousing Grows warm as most Living things are Resurrected Like the Savior Jesus, who holds keys To happy eternity.
Prompt: Weather makes an excellent background on which to create. Use your current situation or tune in to fantasy for creation.
Gratitude List: I had a better day. Finished work on magazines. Diet Cokes. Cadbury Eggs. Decorating for Easter.
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