nine months one week

nine months, one weekI can’t help but to mark my life bythe days that pass by without you heretonight I cooked dinnerI can count on one hand how many times I’ve cooked dinner since you leftI used to love to

nine months one week

nine months, one weekI can’t help but to mark my life bythe days that pass by without you heretonight I cooked dinnerI can count on one hand how many times I’ve cooked dinner since you leftI used to love to

eight months one week

10.18.21 there is a sweet spotwhere I doze off during mynightly reruns of seinfeldwhere I can’t keep my eyes open any longerand I shuffle to find the remoteand turn the screen offand I fall asleepstill with thoughts of youbut not

eight months one week

10.18.21 there is a sweet spotwhere I doze off during mynightly reruns of seinfeldwhere I can’t keep my eyes open any longerand I shuffle to find the remoteand turn the screen offand I fall asleepstill with thoughts of youbut not

Three Months

Three months since the day that he leftand I am sitting inthe home that I bought nearly eight months agoand now this home is empty,literally,almost bareIt never really felt right to begin withand when he left it waslike I formed

Three Months

Three months since the day that he leftand I am sitting inthe home that I bought nearly eight months agoand now this home is empty,literally,almost bareIt never really felt right to begin withand when he left it waslike I formed

Man with a Gun

a man with a guncreates a world of traumaa man with a gun locks down a family homeless shelter,evacuates an apartment building before the residents can get their clothes on,causes children to hide underneath their desks at schoola man with

Man with a Gun

a man with a guncreates a world of traumaa man with a gun locks down a family homeless shelter,evacuates an apartment building before the residents can get their clothes on,causes children to hide underneath their desks at schoola man with

Noah

words, I use them for everything they outline my silhouette follow me wherever Igo, I breathe them outand become themI speak themseek them, need them where are they now? there are noneyet there are too many the ache is indescribable

Noah

words, I use them for everything they outline my silhouette follow me wherever Igo, I breathe them outand become themI speak themseek them, need them where are they now? there are noneyet there are too many the ache is indescribable

Slippery Slope?

My words must hold weight nowIn place of my temporary inactionDue to the crippling angerThat runs so deep and pulsesLike a fresh wound left unattendedI am trying to bandage myselfTo layer the gauze so myBlood doesn’t run out and I

Slippery Slope?

My words must hold weight nowIn place of my temporary inactionDue to the crippling angerThat runs so deep and pulsesLike a fresh wound left unattendedI am trying to bandage myselfTo layer the gauze so myBlood doesn’t run out and I

Human

I am a collection of contradictionsin the shape of a human bodyMy skin is the boundarykeeping the anxiety and confusion from seeping out of meI am having trouble stayingcomfortable in my comfortMy conviction deepens within meevery time I feel something

Human

I am a collection of contradictionsin the shape of a human bodyMy skin is the boundarykeeping the anxiety and confusion from seeping out of meI am having trouble stayingcomfortable in my comfortMy conviction deepens within meevery time I feel something

First Day

Home Has always been important to me But it is becoming something all together Different, and more meaningful I’ve always loved it for the way my books are Stacked up and my plants are placed When I was young, I

First Day

Home Has always been important to me But it is becoming something all together Different, and more meaningful I’ve always loved it for the way my books are Stacked up and my plants are placed When I was young, I

For the Love of God

lissy tropea jordan · For The Love Of God   For the love of God Stop politicizing your faith The God of the nations does not identify with your sides The God of the galaxies is not concerned with your

For the Love of God

lissy tropea jordan · For The Love Of God   For the love of God Stop politicizing your faith The God of the nations does not identify with your sides The God of the galaxies is not concerned with your

A Prayer for Justice

5:30am and the breeze moves through the trees like a knife against warm butter, a morning of your unfailing love, but do you hear the cries of the marginalized? I hear them but I do not know what to do,

A Prayer for Justice

5:30am and the breeze moves through the trees like a knife against warm butter, a morning of your unfailing love, but do you hear the cries of the marginalized? I hear them but I do not know what to do,

A Clanging Cymbal

I have learned that being where you are is often better than longing for the past or dreaming about the future The habit of thinking that you are always in the wrong place will keep you from existing in the

A Clanging Cymbal

I have learned that being where you are is often better than longing for the past or dreaming about the future The habit of thinking that you are always in the wrong place will keep you from existing in the

Freedom, Balance, and Molasses

Is it not simply freedom that we are all longing for? Freedom from the subconscious tyrant, the one that mulls over mistakes and forbids self efficacy Freedom from impending deadlines and constant hurry Freedom from failure and the faults within

Freedom, Balance, and Molasses

Is it not simply freedom that we are all longing for? Freedom from the subconscious tyrant, the one that mulls over mistakes and forbids self efficacy Freedom from impending deadlines and constant hurry Freedom from failure and the faults within

Dissatisfied?

Your longing cannot be satisfied by a certain acceptance, it cannot be extinguished by a set of belongings, a state of security, or a romanticized relationship In your most perfect day, your best travels, your most loving moment of intimacy,

Dissatisfied?

Your longing cannot be satisfied by a certain acceptance, it cannot be extinguished by a set of belongings, a state of security, or a romanticized relationship In your most perfect day, your best travels, your most loving moment of intimacy,

Like a Garment

Have you ever seen a thread unravel from a garment? Pulled a load from the washer only to find a string of frayed fabric? Caught up and tangled, you try to find the source but you complicate it further by

Like a Garment

Have you ever seen a thread unravel from a garment? Pulled a load from the washer only to find a string of frayed fabric? Caught up and tangled, you try to find the source but you complicate it further by

Twelve Years

For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My

Twelve Years

For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My

Warm

He woke up before me, and I laid in bed with my eyes still closed listening to the shower turn on and the autumn wind rustling the trees the bed still warm from where he slept I woke up early

Warm

He woke up before me, and I laid in bed with my eyes still closed listening to the shower turn on and the autumn wind rustling the trees the bed still warm from where he slept I woke up early

Reasoning

To live in simple moderation, to accept what I could have changed to look away at the sight of dysfunction or demise to fall asleep to the distraction of a screen and wake up to the rhythmic habits of my

Reasoning

To live in simple moderation, to accept what I could have changed to look away at the sight of dysfunction or demise to fall asleep to the distraction of a screen and wake up to the rhythmic habits of my

Freedom from Me

This poem is inspired by Sharon Hodde Miller’s book, Free of Me, this sermon by Rev. David Stephenson from Mclean Presbyterian Church, and my most recent life transition of moving from Arlington to Amissville. – Replace my self centeredness with an awareness

Freedom from Me

This poem is inspired by Sharon Hodde Miller’s book, Free of Me, this sermon by Rev. David Stephenson from Mclean Presbyterian Church, and my most recent life transition of moving from Arlington to Amissville. – Replace my self centeredness with an awareness

First

I’m sharing a love poem from a few years ago. My husband and I are moving out of our first apartment in less than a week and I’ve been going through our things and making sure we aren’t taking anything

First

I’m sharing a love poem from a few years ago. My husband and I are moving out of our first apartment in less than a week and I’ve been going through our things and making sure we aren’t taking anything

Resurrected

Inspired by John 20 – They looked for you here, ran to your tomb, only to find the linens that were used to wrap you Mary thought you were a gardener, until you said her name It took some time

Resurrected

Inspired by John 20 – They looked for you here, ran to your tomb, only to find the linens that were used to wrap you Mary thought you were a gardener, until you said her name It took some time

The Things You Carried

Inspired by John 19.28-37 – When you go to the cross, will you take my shame? I’m living in leftover layers from my past, consumed by oceans of regret, caught up with what I should and should not have said

The Things You Carried

Inspired by John 19.28-37 – When you go to the cross, will you take my shame? I’m living in leftover layers from my past, consumed by oceans of regret, caught up with what I should and should not have said

He Loved Them to the End

Inspired by John 13.1-35 – You knew the cross would take you soon your hour had finally come and in this knowledge I stand in awe of you often confused by you Knowing the beginning to the end You loved

He Loved Them to the End

Inspired by John 13.1-35 – You knew the cross would take you soon your hour had finally come and in this knowledge I stand in awe of you often confused by you Knowing the beginning to the end You loved

Red Lettered Death

Inspired by John 12.20-36 Encouraged by John Piper, Dying as a Means of Loving – I’ve always known the red letters were sacred and when I read them to myself I would try to deepen the tone of my voice

Red Lettered Death

Inspired by John 12.20-36 Encouraged by John Piper, Dying as a Means of Loving – I’ve always known the red letters were sacred and when I read them to myself I would try to deepen the tone of my voice

Make me Like Mary

Inspired by John 12.1-11 – Mary poured out her oil onto your feet, your skin saturated and slippery the fragrance of holiness catching the senses of all in that home in Bethany Lazarus was breathing again, his life felt real

Make me Like Mary

Inspired by John 12.1-11 – Mary poured out her oil onto your feet, your skin saturated and slippery the fragrance of holiness catching the senses of all in that home in Bethany Lazarus was breathing again, his life felt real

Because of a Mustard Stain

I missed you the most when I put on your plaid denim shirt looked in the mirror and saw a mustard stain in the reflection It made me think of hot summer days and eating hot dogs Visions of you

Because of a Mustard Stain

I missed you the most when I put on your plaid denim shirt looked in the mirror and saw a mustard stain in the reflection It made me think of hot summer days and eating hot dogs Visions of you

To Be Yours

It’s a desire to be in more than one place at a time not a fear of missing out, but a fear of time The quickness of it, and the thought of am I doing enough? being enough, loving well

To Be Yours

It’s a desire to be in more than one place at a time not a fear of missing out, but a fear of time The quickness of it, and the thought of am I doing enough? being enough, loving well

Overwhelmed

Would I have been the one who hated you, who stood in the crowds and yelled? Would I have been the one to judge you, to claim your ungodliness in the midst of your perfection? Would I have been the

Overwhelmed

Would I have been the one who hated you, who stood in the crowds and yelled? Would I have been the one to judge you, to claim your ungodliness in the midst of your perfection? Would I have been the

Old Has Gone

It is in the sweet moments of peace,
the swift glances of understanding,
the comfortable silence

It is in the slow mornings,
the continuous car rides,
the cups of hot coffee

It is in the smallness of this too large life
that I’m caught up in the awe of you
and the gratitude of knowing that you are for me always

Old Has Gone

It is in the sweet moments of peace,
the swift glances of understanding,
the comfortable silence

It is in the slow mornings,
the continuous car rides,
the cups of hot coffee

It is in the smallness of this too large life
that I’m caught up in the awe of you
and the gratitude of knowing that you are for me always

A Phone Call Love Poem

I’m getting married in forty-eight days, so I think it’s about time for a love poem… I’m currently in another bout of “minimalizing” Feeling hopeful and encouraged, desiring to fill out the parts of life that are lacking and empty

A Phone Call Love Poem

I’m getting married in forty-eight days, so I think it’s about time for a love poem… I’m currently in another bout of “minimalizing” Feeling hopeful and encouraged, desiring to fill out the parts of life that are lacking and empty

Another need for freedom

Let my thoughts not be declared by what my eyes see, A thousand images on a scrolling screen Let my insecurities not be birthed from comparison, Like a toxic breath shaking the foundation of my cells I want to think

Another need for freedom

Let my thoughts not be declared by what my eyes see, A thousand images on a scrolling screen Let my insecurities not be birthed from comparison, Like a toxic breath shaking the foundation of my cells I want to think