You knew by heart Beethoven
You liked to hum his tunes
Your wind was gently blowing
In our shoreline dunes
The light of our faces
Still shimmers in the air
Although we left no traces
No sign that we were there
Among the other randoms
That fill the narrow streets
The strangers pass like phantoms
We never care to meet
Back home again, you turn on
The aircraft broadcast
I couldn’t be more wrong
Thinking our time would last
Another time writes letters
Maybe a star, extinguished
Says we’re no more than petals
Of roses unrelinquished
It’s not the same old story
It changes every day
Each time I come, I worry
What you'd suppose to say..
The wind today comes from the east
I long to fly towards it and be at ease
On this earth I stand over skeletons once with dreams
O peace finds her own solace
I just lay near her hiss kept dry by breeze
My worry interlace and I long once again
Let the gaze fold, softly shut,
a moment held—
a slow tide of breath that enters and leaves.
Within you, gently,
not demanding or rushed,
who is left there to judge?
For in this stillness the past can hold no claim.
Is it your imagination,
or the drift of fallen leaves
like papery whispers outside the door?
They gather, dry and scattered,
smelling of dust and worry—
magnetic forms of the lower mind.
You have been here before,
cloaked in yesterday’s echoes,
ruminating on the creases of time
carved like ancient riverbeds
onto an aging, fragile face.
Look out to the unveiled skies
and see the light moving across
without apology—
this endless flow where truth is found,
and the ego’s frantic season
is stripped away as illusion.
Upon the walls a scene unfolds,
A moment held, though ages told,
The Lord`s Son speaks, with gentle voice
To followers, who don`t rejoice.
“One amidst you will betray me,
With heaven`s grace, so let it be,”
He says, as fear on faces starts
And worry spills on troubled hearts.
Disciples assemble close around,
Upon the holy, sacred ground;
The bread is broken, wine is poured,
A covenant deeply adored.
His hands extend a gentle grace,
To dispel worries on each face,
The shadows lengthen, air grows thin,
A solemn silence settles in.
The flight of time cannot erase
The love poured out in this lone place,
A tapestry of souls so bound,
Where future sorrows can be found.
He knows the path, the bitter end,
The betrayal from a close friend,
Yet peace resides within His gaze,
Despite the coming, tiring days.
A simple supper, a deep sign
Of mercy, perfect and divine,
A memory etched in the soul,
Making all broken spirits whole.
Do Not Worry!
Do not worry
Bible says
Do not worry
Plain and clear
God’s command
I need to hear.
Today’s enough
Tomorrow worries
About its own
Live just for today
With Jesus.
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” Matthew 6:34
birds of worry fly
in north or south, east or west.
do not let them in
New leaf in the wind
Alone, on a lifeline
Highly dependent
Risk of a fatal fall
Not fully formed
Tender,needs love
Small, craving care
In regulated milieu
The tree sighs
Boughs bend
United worry
Small, matters
Time to grow
Space to mature
Love showered
Stronger to be
Shall I compare thy fretful mind to night,
Where shadows feast upon thy wasted flame?
Cease pouring gold on worry's endless spite,
And turn that fire to belief's bright claim.
Let not the thief of doubt devour thy days,
Nor fear's cold hand choke hope's ascending breath;
Instead , with courage's hand, direct thy rays
To grow, to heal, to conquer mortal death.
For energy, that swift and sacred stream,
Doth choose the path where life's true river runs;
If bent on grief, it breeds a barren dream,
But aimed at self, it births triumphant suns.
Thus , waste no more thy power on needless care--
Believe, and watch thy spirit's kingdom flare.
stress feels like a weight on my chest
like something pressing down on my lungs
and anxiety whispers worst-case scenarios
into every quiet moment
sleep doesn’t come easy anymore
it breaks apart in the middle of the night
leaving me staring at the ceiling
counting worries instead of sheep
my mind runs in circles
overthinking every word, every action
every possible thing that could go wrong
until my head feels too loud to exist in
some days i smile and pretend i’m fine
say “i’m okay” like it’s automatic
while inside my heart is shaking
and my hands feel cold with fear
but i keep breathing
even when it feels tight and uneven
keep moving forward
even when anxiety tries to hold me still
because surviving days like these
takes more strength than anyone sees
Life's worries cause way to much pain
Don't worry about tomorrow, its shroud of uncertainty,
For life's tapestry is woven, with threads of ebony and glee.
Today's tempests may rage, and trials may beset,
But dawn's light brings respite, and a new day's promise met.
Your plans, like autumn leaves, may scatter in the breeze,
Yet, in the silence, faith whispers, "All will be revealed with ease."
Those mountains, high and steep, that seem to block your way,
Will crumble, and valleys form, as you journey through life's fray.
Life was never meant to be, a problem-free domain,
But a pilgrimage, where struggles refine, and hearts are made plain.
So, breathe the present's air, and trust the unknown's sway,
For in the ebb and flow, you'll find a brighter day.
For every ending marks, a new beginning's birth,
And setbacks often lead, to a more resilient worth.
So, hold on to hope, and let faith be your guide,
And know that tomorrow's dawn, will bring a different tide.
Worry
Do not worry
Do not worry
Bible simply says
Do not worry
Do not worry
Bible’s clear command
I need to hear
Today’s enough
Tomorrow can worry
Its own things about
Just live for today
Through Jesus.
Read about it in Matthew chapter 6!
My life's been a 'he's become a broken, bumpy ride.'
I am not sure how many trips I can abide.
While he comes, goes, leaves and slips from my side,
I daydream about a smooth, gentle tide.
It is from our depths we did always confide.
Now his ways seem as secrets the night hides.
I truly need for him to give me clues
about his friends, Moony Trends and Mangled Blues.
Both characters only recently showed
and both seem volatile enough to explode.
He reinforced the cellar door with sandbags
on the outside where yard air is so sour, I gag.
Now he wants to cement the cellar ceiling
and place a bed down there in case a malady
renders him contagious and in need of healing.
I never know what is happening or how the
words 'trust me' are but sad and maddening.
Why does he look to me for assurance
when he self-sources every disturbance?
He has developed such a worrisome act
with reasons that loom vague and inexact.
Seems his sanity is disappearing
and something catastrophic is nearing.
I sit nearby
As he receives
The treatment
My soul grieves
I sit by his side
See the needle’s prick
Skin so bruised
Heart feels seasick
I sit close by
As he gets chemo
Defeated by the fear
Heart beating, prestissimo
I sit, thinking
What he must feel
My mind wonders
Can this cancer be real?
I sit where I see
All the pain he endures
Light dims, he breathes
Hoping for real cures
I sit beside him
Worrying and fretting
Will he be ok?
Even my heart is sweating
I sit, on stand by
Where I can see him through
Longing to be his ally
As we seek a breakthrough
God knows the story
He sees us wait, in prayer
Giving Him the glory
With Him, we needn’t despair
Evil eye cast my way.
My luck’s about to turn a corner.
Black cat’s coming this way.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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