a poem in my pocket

At advent, we may miss seeing God due to our own inattention.

If you think of all the women gone before us…it’s like seeing a parade of “who’s who” pass by. Consider biblical real-life women like Eve, Noah’s wife, Sarah, Rebekah, Ruth and Hannah, Abigail and Bathsheba (both wives to King David), Queen Esther, Elizabeth, Mary mother of our Lord and Mary Magdalene, Lydia (seller of purple) and Lois, Priscilla.

Women of faith and courage; servants affected by sin. Royal daughters of God Almighty, moved by his Spirit. Each born for “such a time as this” with a purpose to live out. Some prayed earnestly for a child, others were chosen to bear one of special calling. Like us, they suffered deep grief and struggled with life’s challenges. By God’s grace, they obeyed his word for their lives, even when walking in the dark.

I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night.

Prosery prompt at  dVerse with (last) line taken from Kimberly Blaeser’s poem, “When We Sing of Might”. Please read more about Ms. Blaeser here.

grateful to waken early
with breath in my lungs
brew savory cup of tea
hear ancient word speak

layer leggings & jeans,
turtleneck & farm coat,
wool hat with braided
tassles, insulated boots

grateful to leave house
in dark under moonsliver
glance of morning star on
walk to vintage white barn

feed (pet,referee) cats first
measure buckets for cows
clean out bunk and pause
by old hayshed, hear moos

of sunrise, watch that scene
unfurl glorious promises of
another fresh day above the
silhouette of neighbor’s farm

In response to two prompts: gratitude poem that starts with morning at Tweetspeak with Callie and  poem with a line from ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” (italics) with Lillian and Bjorn at dVerse Poets.

first snowflake on tongue

whirling,  swirling,  drifting down

taste of winter chill

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