Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

He and I

He stares to the distance

Dreams wrestle inside

Where I bear resistance

To time’s bully tide

He sees the languor

Of time’s sluggish stream

I sense the hunger

Of its swift requiem

He urges hours

To rush along fast

I cling to this moment

And wish it could last…

Yesterday Matt and I cleaned out the garden. I sensed a big difference in perspective, he always wondering what’s next, how long will this last, what’s for supper…me, completely content in the moment and wishing the day would slow down…

Of Fragments and Fleet Fingers (an oldie re-vamped)

The burnished bloom is weeping

And our pulses feel its grief

Beneath the stealthy fingers

Of a silent, subtle thief

As spring turns into summer

And then summer turns to fall

Life adds another chapter

To its vapor madrigal

Soon summer’s rose is ravaged

By the pilferage of time

Its bud of youth unfolded

In the lilt of living’s rhyme

The flower fields its fragments

Back to earth from whence it came

We cling to fading echoes

And the whispers of a Name

Yes, the vibrant bloom is drooping

Man cannot dissuade the course

Or design of nature’s order

Nor the Hand beneath its force

For to everything, a season

And a time for every plan

Providence employs its reason

…we behold His love for man

Another year of blooms is past…

Eccles. 3:1-8

Adjustments...

Isn’t it something

And isn’t it strange

How we learn to cope

And adapt to change?

Change of the weather

Of seasons and such

This is the constant

Of all that we touch

Beautiful life-song

Slips through our grasp

Tuning the echo

Of mem’ries we clasp

Isn’t it something,

The way we must learn

To love, laugh and labor

‘neath Time’s ‘no return’?

God, help us relinquish

Each gift You bestow

To touch, taste and treasure

And gently let go

I made too much coffee this morning, forgetting that Emily is not here to drink it.

Last night I paused for a split second, thinking I should keep something on for her supper, when she gets home from work…

Often, if Emily saw a basket of laundry that needed folding she would do it and put it away. Last night at 10:00, that basket looked at me.

Adjustments; they take time.

Monday, October 14, 2013

The Fullness of Love

Faith does not end

Though our eyes cannot see

Beyond where sky brushes sod

Faith swells from fathoms

Of mystery

Where hearts trust humbly in God

Hope does not end

In spite of our grief

It leaps from well-springs within

Hope is the foothold

Of our belief

In He who forgives every sin

Love does not end

Though death kisses the cheek

Of those we cherish most dear

Beautiful love

When we cannot speak

It flows in every tear

During the wedding reception, (my friend, the pianist at Rob and Emily’s wedding) received word that her mother had passed away. She left the house of rejoicing to go to the house of mourning…

Love; the fullness of both joy and sorrow align in its every breath.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 1 Cor. 13:13