A poem for Friday


The darkness was real.
Almost swept me away.
Subtle erosion.
But I’m still here.
I can still sing.
I can still laugh.
I can still feel.
I’ll run these fingers through love.
I’m alive.
Oh Lord, I’m alive!
Hand out the window cutting quickly through the cool, fresh air.
Sweet sage; wet in the morning,
smells like a Nevada heaven.
Home.
Acoustic thoughts unplugged from the usual worry.
Smile in the face of it.
Pull in a deep breath of joy.
Heart beating.
Another day.
An evolution.
Resumed.
Reclaimed.
Restored to original luster.
Sanded down to remove the rough paint and old ways.
Smooth again.
New again.
Chokes me up; appreciation is a lump stuck in my throat.
For right now all is right and good.
For all we know our hearts could break tomorrow.
They probably will.
But we can face it bravely.
We’ve already survived being shaken.


“A peaceful heart leads to a healthy body; jealousy is like cancer in the bones.”
– Proverbs 14:30 (NLT)

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. jackspratt823
    Aug 23, 2013 @ 08:55:37

    You catch the uncertainty of everyday life- and also the need to be positive and hopeful,

    Reply

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