Pondering The Poetic Heart

Pondering the Poetic Heart is a place to guide our spirits into place of contemplative rest. As a poet, I long to encourage you to find hope and healing through the process of reflecting on God, love, life, and all things that capture the spirit through the written word.

In the month of November, I will lead us through a time of thanksgiving through my 30 Days of Thanksgiving Poems. In December we will ring the bells of Christmas. There will also be other times through the year when we will celebrate love, just for fun poetry, and more. I pray this will be a place of loving contentment for all of us.

These Things I Need

These Things I Need

We often don't get real with others about what we need or want either from them, or for ourselves. I wrote this poem as an encouragement to myself, but also a reminder to be real with others and give others a chance to express what they need from me.

Solitude’s Song

Solitude’s Song

Can solitude be wrapped up inside,

instead of outside?

Not because of sadness,

but open ears and closed eyes?

In a world of chaos, there is a difficulty in finding a place of solitude. As a stay-at-home-mother, I often found it almost impossible to find a time of respite or retreat. This poem is a look at how to find such a place of peace without leaving home.

Yearning and Learning

Yearning and Learning

“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.” ~ Dr. Seuss

Sometimes I think I’ve heard it all
there’s nothing more to learn
but it’s become clear
God has so much more for me to hear. ...

True Prayer?

True Prayer?

What really is true prayer?
Breathing a sigh saying, “Thank you, Lord.”
Raising hands in the sky in a worshipful pose
Writing flowery words on a crisp, linen blank page
Filling a notebook just the same?
Bowing the head, eyes closed,
words spilling forth in hushed prose
Down on knees in great agony
Tears spilling forth pleading not my will but yours. . . .

Who Am I?

Who Am I?

Who am I
that You would ask me
to paint pictures with words?
Psalms, hymns, spiritual songs,
like the masters of old
and the legends of now.
David with his Psalms
offers more to man
than my weak hand
and John pens Your words
like an ocean’s tides
so, who am I? . . .

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