a poem in my pocket

dawn’s existential
questions ask me:
what am i good at?
and what do i love?

i love my husband;
his hands, his habits
committed promise
to live life together

(companionship with
mutual understanding
that most differences
aren’t worth a fight)

i have need to write,
feel compelled to,
fulfilled by it…you
may say i’m good at

poetry is universal
language; to bask in
bare beauty of words
is to love like a nerd

prayer as life breath;
God is always near
whether or not i can
feel (or love) Him

Jesus seems easier to
love, harder to obey…
but “we love because
he first loved us” yes!

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Quote from 1 John 4:19. Written in response to journal prompt/pic by Dawn at:

https://enthusiasticallydawn.com/2026/02/15/all-the-love-journal-prompts-week-3

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Also check out dVerse poets where Sanaa hosts “The Evolution of Love”.

our friendship, not hemmed in
by time or location, offers ample
ease for plenty of free movement.
we started on school bus, bobbin’
as fresh-facing kindergarteners;
as middle schoolers, we darted
on bicycles to local pharmacy,
spacious park or shopping mall
to gather summer memories. in
high school and college, took
backstitch or two along the way,
but eventually stood witness as
each took vows binding ourselves
to husbands (promises we’ve kept).
an old favorite friendship that can
stretch seamlessly across the years
and distance; comfortable and warm
as a patchwork quilt; hearts appliqued
with sisterly love, lined with laughter,
covered with grace-patterned shalom.

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For my dear friend, Joyce ❤

Joining with dVerse Poets to “sew” some poetry together!

real presence of God

joy of knowing Jesus’ love

new life in Spirit

Hubby and i are traveling cross-country to Alaska with our camper. I’m sharing our journey here with haiku/tanka and a few photos…whenever i get a round

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vast miles of forest

cut by cold stony rivers

reflected in lakes

sweet wilderness refresh in

beautiful b.c. rockies

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earth built by design

each mountain, ocean measured

Lord, we are humbled!

. . . . .

rest in wildernes

grateful for livestream worship

home church blessing

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hammer clangs anvil

indigenous blacksmith works

coaxing coals to flame

natives’ wellness camp

drums thrum wild call in twilight

black bears dance

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boat’s prow cuts blue glass

of pristine lake’s reflection

cruising on mirror

. . . . .

abundant snowfall

in Whitecourt, Whitehorse, White Pass

winter in a word

. . . . .

rush for klondike gold

icy stairs up chilkoot pass

move ton of grubstake

. . . . .

evergreens rustle

glimpse tawn fur of animal

young buck crosses path

. . . . .

alaskan hunger

fresh pink salmon on blue plate

at the fat mermaid

. . . . .

misty mountains drive

matanuska glacier passed

mystery concealed

glacier receding

like old fisherman’s hairline

rough moraine exposed

even permafrost can thaw

leaving roads to heave in wave

. . . . .

view obfuscated

perhaps great mountain is myth

denali’s cloud shroud

. . . . .

sizzle of bacon

hubby fries pancakes outdoors

pure maple sweetness

fall colors appear

fireweed blooms to red stem tip

chill air turns hearts south

…it’s time to head home!