(me)
swimming vicious circles
in her tank
indefinitely
“I have become comfortably numb"
on my own merry-go-round
"Two lost souls swimming
in a fishbowl"
is one more soul than me
Nothing spells redundancy
more affluently
than swimming fast
in tight circles
I am still the hopeful goldfish
a self-design of honest making
I see you too,
my fellow fish,
another bowl away
I will hold you closer
than cheap love
swimming in the same water
Hello Today
My blinds read aglow___|
as if illuminated loose leaf__|
I'm drawing the tasseled strings_|
with a hearty anticipatory hopeful _ |
Precious Lord what might today bring_ |
"Fall seven times and stand up eight," the old proverb sings,
A lantern lit for weary hearts with weather-broken wings.
Each stumble shapes a steadier stride, each tear a clearer view;
The strongest trees are those that learn to dance with storms anew.
I cannot choose the winds that blow nor every hill I climb,
But hope can turn the roughest road into a path through time.
When doubt declares the night too deep, I answer with one spark,
For faith remembers dawn before it brightens all the dark.
So I will rise with grateful hands, though yesterday was long;
The scars become a quiet proof that brokenness grows strong.
"When hope takes the first brave step,
tomorrow finds the courage to follow."
We must not lose hope,
As it’s our only rudder
In marine tumult.
Doom falls over my day,
Makes me feel like a corpse about to decay.
"A pitiful life," is what I say.
But life will move my heart to sway,
I will move on to my way,
And that day my smile will stay.
Birds will chirp and play,
Their music to my ears will make me gay.
Wisdom to see the difference
Insight to know when to ask
Selflessness to ask for all not one
Hope that all comes to those who care
Using the strength of your dreams
Pondering the power of a thought
Opening the doors to belief
Nurturing the love of your life
Always look to your heart
Stirring the joy of the time
Trusting the hope of us all
Answering the call from afar
Rejoicing in the result
I wish all your greatest wishes come true ...
That day
So long ago
Everything broke
Nothing worked anymore
It was like being thrown back
Back to before anything new how to learn
Having to revisit every learned thing
Like it was new
That day
Long ago
The sky shattered like a disheveled mind
Nothing left but shards of light
Broken knowledge
Lost time
Everything lost
Like there was nothing there to start
That day
Yesterday
It all fell apart
Nothing left to hold the world together
Everything falling out of place
There isn't a fix
There isn't a remedy
The next day
There was something strange
A spark of joy
A small thing
A color that's new
A memory not filled with pain
The day after that
The world was broken still
But something changed
The pieces knitting together
Over and over
Till at the very least
A small island had formed
It wasn't much
It might not be for very long
But while it lasts
Enjoy every second
Like it just might be your last.
Loss
Wrong direction
Darkness falls
Alone
Hearing various animal sounds
Worried
Heartbeat accelerating
Tears descend
Here I am
Loss in thought
Need to pray
Father, guide me in the direction I need to be
Help me back to the camp where I belong
Walking in Faith
The Moon guided me in the right direction
Faith telling me to be strong
Suddenly a vision of the lodge
Safe and sound
Once loss, but now found
The Moon and Night stars led the way.
Hellos and goodbyes
I see God in your eyes
Like a freeze in the spring
Like a landslide at sea
You shake me so violently
My head falls out of place
And I faint
Addition and subtraction
A fatal attraction
Is there anybody left here
Who speaks how I do
Can you understand me
I know they can’t
But so I go
You do a part and I do a part
Your blood is from my heart
they say hope dies last
it does not however
it keeps us alive
If prayers can be heard, so ought my thoughts;
Some parts of me wish to establish a permanence
while omitting any whisk of a thought;
Persistence relishing in the absence of any consideration of a cost.
More parts of me wish to be of service
to a world with a growing desire of distance;
With a recipe for creating treasures that can never rust nor find the fingers of thieving hands;
leading corrosion away from trust.
A batter for the desire to live within expanding opportunity, sacrificing a self for the growth of an "us."
A foundational stone to a community.
A structure to bear difference
Like the strongest pallbearer's palm.
Yet before anything may ever become.
Please refresh my sights upon the world where my own visions have unwittingly grown tyrannical in efforts to enable of what I hope to be an Eden;
Let it be
And let it be greatly inimitable
for all
Nature beams golden
Beach cathedral paints with light
Cosmic art kisses
Today the gratefulness I’m feeling
actually comes in two parts…
I’m grateful for the glasses I’ve worn since I was a child
and for being born with a hopeful heart…
Both of these work together in tandem…
helping me to see…
the multitude of miracles
stretched out in front of me
The doctor told us,
“He doesn’t have long left to live”.
He could say that again,
I already know,
So his voice to me is nothing but howling winds.
Blowing angrily,
Trying to devour my hopeful,
‘Maybe-pointlessly-so’ grin.
But really these are times we thought we’d grieve.
Sitting at the foot of his bed,
Just staring like this feeling isn’t really grim.
Everyone’s smiling,
But we came here thinking he’s probably dead,
Everyone’s lying,
Saying we always believed in him.
These tears were hiding,
Couldn’t believe it when we saw,
Just him in the hospital bed,
With a smile.
A pointless,
Hopeful,
Grin.
How You Feel and How God Feels Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Contest Judged: 8/25/2025 12:00:00 AM
( 1st Place )
Written: August 10, 2025
( Inspired by Isaiah 55 and reflecting on hope and faith. )
I come not full, but open wide,
With hands unfurled quietly yearning.
Your vows fall like gentle rain--
Words that flow from wells unending!
Through the clouds silver-haired persist.
I count on the daybreak You foster,
The meadow's bare-- still run deep.
Your stillness does not imply You sleep.
Faith takes small steps on shaky ground---
trusting quietly in what You’ve planned.
Your word-- like mist may sometimes fade,
but harvest waits for gentle hands.
You say, “Come and take, no cost at all,”
so I bring trust, not trying to fall.
My heart feels weak but still reaches out,
toward waters flowing without a shout.
You see me, not just struggling hard,
but waiting patiently, and yet still thrives.
And in your eyes
I'’m not alone--
I’m known and loved
deeply known.
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