spirit fire

his spoken word
created light to shine
into chaotic darkness
God’s voice as big bang
trinity of love plays with clay

spark of divine – imago dei

his begotten Word
bursts into our world
starlight announces birth
recreated in Christ’s love
we sparkle, we shine

“… so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation. Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky. “ (Philippians 2:15)

worth wait/weight

Think hard again before you leave
the partner you pledged to love;
That decision will certainly cleave
two hearts like a sacrificed dove.

How much value is in your word,
honor found deep in your soul?
Hold onto courage and fortitude
however love’s difficult toll.

Opposites do naturally attract
or eventually they may repel;
Often we give up, due to fact
of living in temporary hell.

Perhaps if given gracious chance
people can learn to change;
Pull partner closer in life dance,
pride aside, missteps rearrange.

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Linking to dVerse where Grace hosts with a new form: Trolaan, created by Valerie Peterson Brown, is a poem consisting of 4 quatrains. Each quatrain begins with the same letter (the second letter of previous stanza). The rhyme scheme is abab for each stanza.

covenant marriage

polar attraction

love respects love’s promises

wholly embodied

humans desire connection

trust…worthy of protection

image from istock photos

negative white space

margin is not
a blizzard of words
obfuscating page’s landscape
with directionally-challenged winds

margin is not
some narcissistic lover
manipulating poor gas-lit partner
into unconditional surrender

margin is not
an adrenaline addict
over-crowding calendar squares
with meaningless engagements

margin is not
an anxious mind
fretting over fearful rhetoric
contrary to obvious truth

margin is not
a malnourished soul
scrolling electronic junkfood
with no appetite for beauty


        margin  is  spacious  living  and  gracious  loving  .

bang on!

try (fitfully)
to sleep; i’m
depleted from
preparations:
hop, shop, clean,
bake, make room
in “mama’s inn
for (too late… or
too early?) arrival
so….. please (!)
don’t bang that
door (again) !!

yet, come & go,
and also know
you’re more
cherished
than sleep
to me .


My 44-word quadrille for dVerse as we end poetic year with a bang!

note to self

say “yes” to TODAY, here
with its possibilities and also
its impossibilities; accept our limits
and yet look beyond ourselves…yes!

say “yes” to LOVE, not only
being loved but being the lover
look around to see who needs you
stretch familiarly toward people…yes!

say “yes” to LIFE, the gift
to dwell in this present moment
we will pass through here but once
to engage with exuberance…oh, yes!

say “yes” to JOY, in your heart
have something to shine and share
spy beauty everywhere, all around
count blessings in little things…YES!


Linking to dVerse poetics where Merril encourages us to choose JOY (even on election day)!

baked with love

why do we call them Christmas cookies anyway?
such festive cut-outs are gone before the holiday

take half cup soft butter…the true dairy cow deal
mix with one cup sugar and two eggs, also real
bit of vanilla, two tablespoons cream taste best
mix soda, salt, two heaping cups flour with rest
put dough overnight in fridge, covered to chill
preheat oven; roll and cut dough, the pan to fill
stars, angels, canes, bells and tree shapes
watch closely till done, let cool and decorate

bakes best on a day with soft snow falling fine…
sprinkle each cookie with dear grandchild in mind

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I’d take a photo but they’re all gone…eaten when we opened stockings for St. Nicholas Day! Grace hosts dVerse for final poems of 2023. The theme is recipe poems 🙂

one day at a time

do you love me?
yes, i love you.
a little or a lot?
i love you lots.
forty years worth?
i’ve loved you an ATROCIOUS
amount of time!

~~~~~~~

how did we make it FORTY years?

one question at a time, one answer at a time

one smile at a time, one laugh at a time

one promise at a time, one prayer at a time

one choice at a time, one challenge at a time

one wink at a time, one eye roll at a time

one argument at a time, one concession at a time

one tear at a time, one joy at a time

one kiss at a time, one hug at a time

one step at a time, one sleep at a time

one son at a time, one season at a time

one day at a time, one moment at a time

forty years of blessing is a gift of God’s GRACE!

holy week triolet

if we believe, we will be saved
remember how God loves us still
although it’s true we live depraved
if we believe, we will be saved
from idols that keep souls enslaved
we can’t be freed by our own will
if we believe, we will be saved
remember how God loves us still

dear Jesus offered life on cross
blood of pure lamb is shed for sin
sin brings us death, despair, chaos
dear Jesus offered life on cross
estranged from Father, such a loss
when God turned face away from him
dear Jesus offered life on cross
blood of pure lamb is shed for sin

Christ is risen, he lives today
come look, the grave is now empty!
women witness what angels say
“Christ is risen, he lives today!”
our heavy stone is rolled away
john and peter run fast to see
Christ is risen, he lives today
come look, the grave is now empty!

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the source

every good gift received

each reminder believed

that good Lord above

is the God of great love

and our worthiness under-achieved!

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Joining Ingrid at dVerse poetics to consider gifts and gratitude.

his promise

image from vekteezy, meme by lynn

morning hymn

every evening i rest in you
grant sleep to those you love
every morning i’m still with you
awakened by Spirit above

rejoice with the sun, the dawn is breaking
come greet the new day the Lord is making

every day is a gift from you
give me a song to sing
every moment is breath from you
give purpose to everything

rejoice with the birds, the day is breaking
come see the new day the Lord is making

every blessing comes from you
good gifts from God above
every morning given by you
our generous Father of love

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An “aubade” linked to dVerse Poets

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