Stiff upper lip and thick skin
blocked some of the blows,sure. But
they also blocked something she
needed more than oxygen,
more profoundly than safety,
more urgently than bars.
And now that she’s finally
transparent, those places where
her heart is the thinnest let
by far the most sunlight through.
Posted in A Wounded Heart, Autumn, Beauty, Characterizations, Christianity, Courage, Fragility, Freedom, Growth, Healing, Hope, Living in the Light, Nature, Poetry, Recovery, Seasons, Self-Protection, Strength Tagged boundaries, character growth, healing, hope, inner peace, photography, poem, self-protection, sunlight, syllabic poem, transparency
If you’re under such unbearable pressure
that your cells explode,
sombre soul snow-shrapnel
hurled from toothsome tines,
do take the time
to look about you
as you arc through baby blue skies;
Sunlight, moisture, and the throb of a mighty engine -a recipe for gorgeous! My husband was busy with the snow-blower this week, and I was thrilled to see the arcing rainbows and glittering waves of colour darting about among those hapless snowflakes. What a vibrant lesson on finding beauty in even those difficult places in our lives!
Posted in A Wounded Heart, Beauty, Courage, Encouragement, Fragility, Gratitude, Healing, Nature, Poetry, Snow Tagged candy-floss, colour, free verse poem, hope, photography, poem, rainbows, snow, snow-blower, sunlight, vibrance
Emblazoned on cathedral wall,
Artist’s hand in sponsor’s Hall
Creates the leaded, crafted glass
That deftly lets the sunlight pass
Through shards of heavy tinted panes,
But turns away the autumn rains.
Posted in Autumn, Beauty, Imagination, Nature, Poetry Tagged architecture, art, artist's craft, autumn leaves, autumn rains, beauty, imagination, Medieval art, nature, photography, stained glass, sunlight
Face turned to the sun
Pores have been cleansed by raindrops
No need for botox
Posted in Beauty, Haiku, Nature, Poetry, Rain, Summer Tagged beautification, botox, mountain ash blossoms, photography, pores, skin care, sunlight
You provide soil so my roots can dig deep,
You are the raindrop that quenches and seeps;
Yours is the sunlight that draws out my bloom,
Your gift of oxygen gives my lungs room.
Yours is the breeze that cools in the heat,
You sing the music that makes my heart beat.;
Your love has planted me, right from the start –
What else can I do,
But give you my heart?
Posted in Beauty, Christianity, Gratitude, Identity, Nature, Poetry Tagged bloom, daisy, God, oxygen, photography, plants, raindrop, soil, sunlight, thankfulness, worship