Tag: Poetry

The Power of My Wound

Healing doesn’t happen all at once. Sexual trauma runs too deep, is much too complex for simple remedies. We have no Star Trek sickbay or magic tricorder to bind up the wounds, erase the battle scars. And would we want to if we could? Would...

Wondering Why

Swirling thoughts implode upon each other in a dance I can’t control though I try to refocus emotions that smother radiant heat of sun high in blue sky I wrestle with questions wondering why my life filled with memories of trauma center stage twirling mind...

Blue Sky Lies

No sunny Southern California blue sky watched over me the day everything changed. I grew up under an honest sun. Shining high in the cerulean sky it brought warmth. But here that celestial orb when it deigned to appear was a stone cold liar. ________________________________...

Plenty

Don’t fret tiny hummingbird There’s plenty to go around The flowers all are blooming Still I hear your worried sound You chirp in the cedar tree When a fellow bird comes ’round As if you think there’s not enough Though sweet nectar does abound _____________________________...

The Detour Dilemma

I’m looking at a weird detour sign in my writing life. Not sure if it’s a detour worth taking, or one I should just ignore. It might even really be a caution sign. I’m not sure. I write memoir, nonfiction, devotional-type essays, and poetry (which...

An Interrupted Cry Restored

Mary stared, blinking, at the urine-covered stick—Please, only one line—as two lines appear. She tried to imagine the child in her arms, but the impression wouldn’t jell. When far away an interrupted cry breaks her heart, she sees him clearly. She knows she loves him...

The Truth about Riches

They say you can’t take it with you That’s probably true Money won’t pay your way to get into heaven Whether you are rich or poor the price is the same to atone for sin Only Jesus, the half shekel, will get you in ___________________________________...

Jesus Is All

He is all I need Heavenly Bread on which to feed Sustains me when spiritual hunger pains Deeply mire my soul in chains He is all I desire Divine Light when darkness is dire Illuminates the path of truth Redeems me from sins of my youth He is all...

May Day

My eyes have seen the bleeding hearts and iris bursting forth All the lilacs blooming with their intoxicating scent Yesterday was April, now my favorite month is here Divine creation reveals to us its most beautiful vibrant colors All the perennial flowers blooming in God’s...