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Rena Ong Poem
Susannah Wesley’s Apron
No pilgrimage to Israel;
No cloistered cell;
No holy retreat.
Not with ten tumbling children
rumbling through the house.
Despite the chaos and noise,
the never-ending grind of
making ends meet,
the demands of Motherhood.
She made time to talk with God.
Under her own ‘Temple of Meeting’
fashioned from her simple apron
draped over her head, she prayed.
In that holy place, like Moses in the desert,
She met with God.
Copyright © Rena Ong | Year Posted 2020
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Rena Ong Poem
The Fight
Determination to remove your force
of despondency.
That osmosis of my joy being leeched
through your membrane of anxiety
to a cavern of what if’s and if only’s
preventing the next step, the positive thought
due to the never- ending saturation of the negative.
Maybe moment by moment, cell by cell
is all I can fight to exchange this pessimism for
optimism, so that my existence moves towards
the light of happiness, defeating the empty
thoughts and lies that try to drag me into darkness.
Dark flowers of foreboding may lay hidden,
shaded and mushroom-like under logs and
fallen leaves of disquiet and worry,
creating shadow, trying to remove the sunlight,
hoping to replace the blue forest flowers I grow.
But I won’t give up, for light always overcomes darkness.
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Rena Ong Poem
C7
No bigger than a drop of blood on a finger
pricked by a thorn, it marches along
the stem of a rosebush; a Grenadier guard
in its crimson uniform, with seven spots exactly
splashed across its coat. Not a random
flick of a paintbrush, but like a soldier’s
chevron; its rank, its classification.
It rises ready to do battle with the greenfly
that hide amongst soft petals until
confronted with my outstretched fingers
onto which it clambers. I hold it aloft
and blow a soft breath across its tiny body.
Its wings fan open and like a fire-rescue helicopter,
it flies away home.
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Elf owl,
small Water-Bear,
curious octopus.
The Earth, blue planet of living
wonder.
Rena
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Rena Ong Poem
Every Thing
It’s ok not to tell everyone, everything.
Your achievements every day,
everyplace you’ve ever been,
everyone who’s come your way.
Not everybody needs to know your day.
Copyright © Rena Ong | Year Posted 2021
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