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Jul 2017 SallyS

A Lesson From God Through A Mother Mallard

Jul 2017 SallyS

The Faithful Dreamer

A Lesson From God Through A Mother Mallard

Mother mallard.
Keeps watch.
Over her almost grown young.
At rest.
But then,
after a time,
she waddles away from them.
And goes for a swim.
In the peaceful pond.
She has no worry.
No fear for her young.
She somehow knows.
That their Creator.
Is watching over them.
She somehow knows.
That they are in His hands.

"Yes, Lord, I'm listening."

Jul 2017 SallyS

Love By Way Of The Thorn

Jul 2017 SallyS

The Faithful Dreamer

Love By Way Of The Thorn

There is no Love.
That is divine.
Without a thorn.
We cannot love.
With the love
of the King of Love.
Without the thorn.
Of death.
Death to Self.
Through forgiveness.
Through pain.
Through loss.
Through letting go.
Of one's own gain.
For the sake of the other.
For the sake of their welfare.
Even to the wounding.
Of one's own soul.

There is no Love.
That is divine.
Without a thorn.
Without setting the other free.
To be who the Man of Thorns
created them to be.

There is no Love.
That is divine.
Without a thorn.

The heart breaks in two.
The hands release.
Unclenched fists.
The beloved one.
Into the hands of God.
Knowing this...
They may never come back.
For they were never ours.
To begin with.

There is no Love.
That is divine.
Without a thorn.

The One who wore
the Crown of Thorns.
Teaches this.
To His own.

There is no Love.
Without.
A Thorn.

Jul 2017 SallyS

Paradoxical Love

Jul 2017 SallyS

The Faithful Dreamer

Paradoxical Love

Fierce.
Jealous.
Is His Love.
Like a jagged rock.
That will break me.
And grieve His own heart.
In order to bring me to His.
In order to bring me into His chamber.
Of Love.
For I am His beloved bride.
And He is my Bridegroom.
He not will endure other lovers.
Luring me away from Him.
He will tear them from my heart.
Even wound me.
That He might have me for His own.
Fierce.
Jealous.
Is His Love.

Gentle.
Tender.
Is His Love.
So that I grow to despise
every other lover.
Compared to Him.
I stay in the shadow
of His wings.
And behold His face.
Until I am undone.
By His
fierce.
By His
gentle.
Love.

Jul 2017 SallyS

open up to me, please, my love

Jul 2017 SallyS

Cait Harbs

open up to me, please, my love

Don't worry, love,
I know those gates of stone
stand firmly
to guard the most precious parts
of your soul.

I am not here like the others;
not as a warrior
planning a siege
or a strategist
plotting to knock them down.

I respect your walls too much.

You have fought in more wars
than most;
you have been betrayed by more loves
than most could survive -
your walls are the result
of your scars.

So here I stand before you,
my weapons laid down,
my intentions spread out before the Sun,
with nothing in my hands
but open palms,
asking you
to let me in.

Show me, love,
all those terrible,
beautiful
wild flowers
growing in your garden -
I want to do nothing
but paint them to remember,
and carry their fallen petals
safely in my heart.

Open up to me, please,
my love -
I am already yours.

Jul 2017 SallyS

Only a woman

Jul 2017 SallyS

Nishu Mathur

Only a woman

Don't judge me by my looks
And don't read me by the books
I am brash and I am kind
I am hard to define
I am bold. I am shy
I am grounded, but I fly
I love, and I give
I cradle, I forgive
Though soft I may feel
I am thunder, I am steel
I am smiles and I am laughter
I am happily ever after
I am tears and I am ache
I am a mess when I break
I hold tightly, but I know
When it's time to let go
I am dove, I am hawk
I am the rose and the rock
I am rain. I am sun
I am I. I am woman

Thank you all so much **

Dearest everyone, thank you so much for your likes, loves, reposts. Thank you so much for all your wonderful and encouraging responses. This is a small, simple poem and I wasn't certainly expecting all the attention it has received. I am grateful to all of you talented poets and readers. I am so happy that it was chosen as a daily - it's a wonderful feeling. Love to all.

I am also very thankful to Conrad Druger van den Bergh, an excellent poet and wonderful friend who inspired this x

#woman #life #metaphor

Jul 2017 SallyS

Stones Upon the Ice

Jul 2017 SallyS

Austin Bauer

Stones Upon the Ice

That shivering night you and I
walked out upon the ice in our
snow suits, we slipped here and
slid there, and I remember taking
stones to throw through the ice.
The ice was too thick to be broken
and we laughed when they
ricocheted with a sound like
spring reverb turned all the way up.
I was there when your family stretched
the Giant Christmas Tree to the ceiling.
Didn't it almost fall? who caught it?
Some of my fondest memories were
with you, in your parent's house,
but that was many years ago.

I wonder
if you remember
those times

like I do now.

Would we still be
friends like we were
if I had not

forgotten?

I'm starting a series of poems reflecting on my childhood, the working title is "Michigan Childhood." This is the first memory that came to mind.

#childhood #best #friend #memory

Jul 2017 SallyS

The Wild Blueberries

Jul 2017 SallyS

Austin Bauer

The Wild Blueberries

Papa showed me the way
to the wild blueberries.
We hiked up the tall hill,
and found those sapphire
spheres hanging from
delicate stems.

He told me stories of
our Native American ancestors
as he taught me how to pick
the berries;

surely a lesson in gathering
like this goes centuries beyond
our two lives combined!

We took
handfuls and filled our
mouths with the sweetest
blueberries I had ever tasted.
Once we had our fill, we
gazed out upon the horizon
and admired the beauty of the
ancient forest, then we returned
down the dusty trail, climbed
into the truck, and drove away.

From my forthcoming collection, "Michigan Childhood"

#michigan #poem #poetry #childhood #grandpa #blueberries

Jul 2017 SallyS

Dust and Stone

Jul 2017 SallyS

Austin Bauer

Dust and Stone

Psalm 96:6 - Splendor and majesty are before him; strength and beauty are in his sanctuary.*

I think of the cliffs of Zion,
the Hoodoos of Bryce,
and the grandeur of
the Grand Canyon.

The splendor and majesty
I've seen on this earth
cannot compare to that
which is before you, O Lord.

I've seen your strength
on display in the power
you used to lift these,
like pillars, from the earth;

and I've seen the beauty
that is in your mind,
forming masterworks
from dust and stone.

#god #beauty #awesome #psalms #psalm

Jul 2017 SallyS

HERE, IN THIS SACRED SPACE

Jul 2017 SallyS

Sally A Bayan

HERE, IN THIS SACRED SPACE

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Here, in this sacred space...
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...where curtains and breeze
.....dance and tease,

...no words are uttered, i hear nothing
.........except my breathing
eyes roam, legs are crossed, as if to rule,
determined....as a stubborn mule

here in this sacred space, i have a regular
dialogue with my Creator....my Saviour,
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through His mysterious ways, He speaks to me
i am drawn to a quietude that flows from Him.
...........this noiseless space talks to me...
it's not the words...something else takes over
.....and enfolds me........especially,  when
fragmented moments start to stir my heart,
...i lose them all....when i hold my breath
when my mouth has ceased, my words on  a halt,
...........i am suspended.....far from the noise
.....................of the outside world...
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here in this sacred space, i am with my loved one,
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though distant............the world is...ours,
we're in deep conversation that could last a day
we are ourselves, naked..wearing no false pretenses
...we are timeless...we are one...the two of us...
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here, in this sacred space...rich with
......an imperturbable stillness
..........my mind is overwhelmed
...by a silence.....so eloquent.......
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Sally

Copyright June 25, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

#sacredspace #creatorsaviour #lovedone