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Nurse Nicole, with calmest eyes,
Moves through halls where silence lies—
Right hand steady, strong, and sure,
To Dr. Gabriel, she is pure.
Level-headed in the fray,
Guiding hearts from night to day,
With hands that heal and words that mend,
A fierce protector, faithful friend.
In every room, her kindness glows,
Like rivers where the soft wind blows,
Or streams that twist through shaded land—
She reaches out with healing hands.
She speaks in tones both firm and low,
Where pain and panic often grow,
And patients, lost in weary hours,
Feel her strength like sudden flowers.
Among green leaves and tangled trees,
She finds her peace in ocean breeze,
But never shuns the blood or bone,
The mess of life—she stands alone.
Empathy flows like summer rain,
Through aching hearts, through fear and strain,
And though the world may spin and call,
She’s busy, still, among us all.
A light in white, with soul so wide,
She walks where mortal hearts collide,
A woman made of will and grace—
The world feels safer in her place.
"I beg You, show me Your glory," Moses said
but God snuck past, back-turned, revealing not His glorious head
Moses didn't know they had to wait for God Incarnate, instead
for God's glory -- no mistaking!
“Glory to God...on earth peace, goodwill to men”
seeking the True Light, God will not refuse to enlighten
believing in His Name --Jesus-- Messiah! makes us God's children
His historic birth -- world-shaking!
Government rests on His shoulders -- electing
most thought, this is not the Messiah we are expecting
Theotokos, handmaiden of the Lord, accepted -- reflecting
Rejoice! God's angels -- partaking!
Each morning, let Christmas Joy bloom in your heart
He's the Reason for the Season on His Birthday, as a start
His humility overcame the world; Mary's Heart-- our rampart
her motherly prayers -- painstaking!
A shower of roses from Heaven -- promised
St. Therese wrote of Jesus asleep in her boat -- calmest
glorify the Lord's Name, sunrise to sunset, pronounced the psalmist
celebrate the Christ Child waking!
Offer roses to her, in all the bustle
do little things with love, to slow down the Christmas hustle
the Prince of Peace shows Mercy-- new each morning-- so stop the tussle
pray to avoid wars -- peacemaking!
Our rosaries offer heavenly roses
don't you want to please Jesus, Mary, and Joseph's noses?
Christ's meditation is even more face-to-Face than with Moses
to see His Face... the world's aching!
Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking!
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Inspirations for references:
~Christmas
~Psalm 113:3
~Isaiah 9:6
~Matthew 5:9
~Luke 1:38
~Luke 2:14
~John 1:9, 12
~John 16:33
~CCC 2308
~St. Therese writings
~Lamentations 3:11, 18, 22-23
~Divine Mercy Novena Day 5
~"33 Days to Greater Glory: A Total Consecration to the Father through Jesus Based on the Gospel of John" by Fr. Michael Gaitley, MIC (Day 1: A Prophet like Moses)
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With Each Morning Poetry Contest
Submitted Friday, August 11, 2023
Deadline: Monday, September 11, 2023
Sponsored by: Martin Braun
I love you like the sea licks the shore,
I love you like a taco soaking up lime;
I love you like that song on heavy rotation,
I love you like a 4x 4 with stuck wheels;
I love you like cliche verse recycled again,
I love you like a newly invented word;
I love you like the movie you never miss,
I love you like a missing piece of the vault;
I love you like the calmest sleep,
I love you like a memorized sofa snore;
I love you like accidentally burnt popcorn,
I love you like patient multiple tries;
I love you like what you truly believe in,
a phrase, a song, your intuition;
I love your scar after feeling nothing;
I love you like a metaphor.
There is beauty in the darkness
There is laughter in the silence
There is kindness in the whisper
There is serenity in the storm
There is warmth in the snowy morn
There is music in the stillness
There is prayer in the hush of light
There is joy in the falling rain
There is stardust in the night
There is romance in the impulse
There is talent in the naivete
There is inspiration in the skies
There is softness in resistance
There is compassion in the callous
There is haunting in the shadow
There is simplicity in the vanity
There is humility in the pleasure
There is acceptance in the quiet
There is supplication in the indulgence
There is mystery in the knowing
There is reflection in the hope
There is faith in the unbelieving
There is elation in the wonder
There is devotion in the soul
There is genius in the simplest thought
There is brilliance in the heart
There is incredulity in the love
There is praise in the grateful worshipper
There is softness flowing from the hardship
There is calm winds breathed on each caress
There is poetry in the most honest wish
There is wildness in the calmest seas
There is tranquility in the bustle
There is repose in the protest
There is honesty in the storyteller
There is God’s presence in the divine life
There is hope, faith and love… and more
The sweetness of a glory beyond all promise
The kindness within a prayer of thanksgiving
A prayer to the Father who lights up heaven
A Father who guides, protects and accepts us
With assurance that He will always abide with us!
I’m so thankful for this grace that keeps giving!
We met in early summer
when roses were blooming,
and all we thought of was being
in love more than any other!
People look at us and clearly see:
what they had once in their grasp and heartbeats,
but they lost it to uncertainty
without the scented wind's breath on their cheeks!
Don't walk in bright moonlight so sadly,
forgetting that it shone for us so happily:
show your gladness for having me!
Don't be colder than the winter snow:
you have my hands to keep you warm,
never be afraid of walking through the storm!
By morning you'll discover the calmest sea,
and the brightest sky over a pretty willow!
Don't be colder than the winter snow,
lay on my chest, it's your soft pillow;
look further, see a beautiful star that stupefies;
watch thousands of fireflies traveling to Mars!
Don't be colder than the winter snow,
and think that no flower will ever grow!
Written on 11/12/2016
The earth moves in mysterious
circles – unseen the hand
of rotation; as seas and their
content pushed by tides
both great and small, even on
the calmest day, true rest an
illusion within ripples – freedom a
debatable subject, no ship
sailing beyond its shores –
the mystic believing
each of us attached to a star: surely there are
enough for all...including those having perished
throughout the ages in the glare of light
and the shadows of dark...
little seems fixed as if permanent – yet
nothing passes without leaving behind
its echos – mine is poetry.....
Iv been praying, is anyone there?
Iv been praying, does anyone care?
I need some peace to balance the chaos
I need someone to hold a seance
I'm lost in the water, can't get free
Oh how I hate being me
The noise is loud, scary at times
The silence deadly with blurry lines
Not able to leave my house
My body moves slow as a mouse
My legs are heavy, almost locked
Everywhere I go there's an invisible block
Sitting in the window, music on
Smoking a cigarette In the sun
The heat warms the window , sounds of the cars
It's the calmest iv been, no thoughts of self harm
Curtains blocking me, I'm safe here
I'm so different from this time last year
Mania and physical illness leading the way
4 years now iv been in this pain
Iv been praying but none are answered
Some questions are best left unanswered
Iv got to get through this blackness
Iv gotta rid all this madness
Sitting alone in my window seat
I just wish I felt complete
So much to deal with, no way out
I wish I knew what all this was about
To love your country,
you must commit yourself indefinetly;
there are no doubts, or fears
when it comes to defend it fervently..
do it for the sake of your family,
or your countrymen who wish for peace!
They will send you to distant lands,
away from your loved ones...
to uphold freedom and its sanctity,
and you'll shine with bravery!
Anytime peace is threatened,
you'll retaliate and engage in combat,
true soldiers always fight with self-confidence,
never retreat in any circumstance!
There'll be days of fright , of darkness and despair,
and nights to shed tears on cold pillows;
no tender eyes to glance into or arms to embrace,
but surrendering distorts your honor!
As the mission comes to its end suddenly,
and you are one of the surviivors to declare victory,
although you'll also grieve for the fallen ones:
you'll wave your flag to the calmest skies!
To love your country,
you must avail yourself of dignity
and protect its borders vigilantly;
be aware of its tremendous cost:
risk your own life,or allow
the enemy to toast!
Came from work, exhausted and moody,
fall is advancing with an improvised, swift pace,
but the meteorologist defies it with the happiest face;
and tomorrow I'll wake up and trot away!
Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
with a basked full of treats and a bottle of red wine,
to be consumed by the shade of an elm with my dearest;
and all the songbirds I will invite to my afternoon's feast!
We lay on the neatest blanket, facing the calmest, eastern sea
as sailboats drift by...a toddler listens to his mom's nostalgic song,
and in her tender voice that soldier's smile, on rippled waves, appears;
and tears, with a solar luster, fall on the pristine sand to recall her lost love.
Seagulls glide over to announce the close of an August's evening
still huddled in intimate embrace, the rushing waves tickle our toes,
and not minding their amusing play, we carry on and not withdraw;
before we lift the damp blanket, we are greeted by stars in throngs.
Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
a fantasy realized by two who will dream of this passionate season,
remembering our tanned faces and skin glittering with sand;
waving goodbye to the disheveled mother and trembling child.
Note: These are the observations of a happy couple spending a day on the beach,
but the happiness they felt wasn't shared by a mother and child who both missed a husband
and father; and by the sad look on their faces, gazing out to the sea...he had gone to the
Iraq War, and unfortunately had never returned home.
I'm going back to basics
Tossing technology out the door
They say life is what you make it
I'm going to make it a natural world
The stars at night will be my candlelight
The open meadow my unmade bed
The Moonbeam will hold my calmest dreams
As I rest my weary head
When the morning peaks I'll have the mountain stream
To provide me with cool drink
And the berries from a nearby tree
Will be what I daily eat
I won't have any more deadlines
To stress my life upon
The only time that I will keep
Will be the season of the Sun
I will move when in the mood
Will be my whole new attitude
And sitting back relaxing
Will be the hardest thing I do
I'll carry on conversations
With the animals of the wild
I'm sure they'll make a lot more sense
Than those, I've left behind
If you think you'd like to join me
There's no need to pack a bag
I guarantee you'll be happy
With the little that you have