Posts Tagged: love

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still Intact

Let my words be large, let them overflow because my Dreams are saturated and enlightened and I need to grab on to something now The man I love told me that my emotions are compulsive but my actions are methodical,

Still Intact

Let my words be large, let them overflow because my Dreams are saturated and enlightened and I need to grab on to something now The man I love told me that my emotions are compulsive but my actions are methodical,

When the clouds roll

There are large black crows outside of my window every morning and every evening, I catch a glimpse of them swooping past out of the corner of my eye It is strange outside, humid and muggy the clouds roll over

When the clouds roll

There are large black crows outside of my window every morning and every evening, I catch a glimpse of them swooping past out of the corner of my eye It is strange outside, humid and muggy the clouds roll over

In an Effort To Be Productive

The desire to make new things gnaws at my heart when I am not moving, I try to eliminate the guilt that I feel with distractions, small batches of laundry, and random bouts of cleaning.. so, I stripped my bed

In an Effort To Be Productive

The desire to make new things gnaws at my heart when I am not moving, I try to eliminate the guilt that I feel with distractions, small batches of laundry, and random bouts of cleaning.. so, I stripped my bed

The state of being subject

It’s rather interesting, the way that the days go from high to low to nothing really at all And the weather changes, and all of us people talk about it like the temperature owes us some kind of consistency and

The state of being subject

It’s rather interesting, the way that the days go from high to low to nothing really at all And the weather changes, and all of us people talk about it like the temperature owes us some kind of consistency and

patient stanzas

I’m thinking it shouldn’t be this easy, that you or I should say something wrong that the morning should turn to afternoon, and with the evening conflict will come I’m feeling it shouldn’t be enough, but I’m left wanting more

patient stanzas

I’m thinking it shouldn’t be this easy, that you or I should say something wrong that the morning should turn to afternoon, and with the evening conflict will come I’m feeling it shouldn’t be enough, but I’m left wanting more

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

If you love someone

I may be misreading it all, translating simplicities into complex ideals but obliviousness has never comforted me nor has ignorance seemed a suitable excuse. If you want something, if you love someone then find time in your mind and your

If you love someone

I may be misreading it all, translating simplicities into complex ideals but obliviousness has never comforted me nor has ignorance seemed a suitable excuse. If you want something, if you love someone then find time in your mind and your