be still and fall

is the orange i see

creeping

into the pulsing, green of things

a blessing

or a time to

be still

and know that autumn

always falls curling

the edges of sunshine soaked things

angled daylight spotlighting

ochre

a shade between

blazing red maples

and yellow aspen

waiting for the day

they tumble

to the ground

grateful to become

forgotten

then remembered

in the spring

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written for the One Word at a Time blog carnival, this week’s topic: orange.

more. a poem.

more and more i hear

the sound of rifts and

rending people

shouting people clamoring

Cinderalla stepsisters

ripping beads off the broken

Bride

He calls

He weeps for His

defiled

beauty

promised to Him however we

leave her

shattered and shards

pieces of mirror reflecting our own

right

to rightness

or the fine

needle

work of saints

on knees washing

feet

emptying alabastar

adding beads

of pearls once grains of

sand now rounded

pure

by grace

alone

less theology

eschatology

exeggesis

more holy

more holy 

more

HOLY

more child

trusting

in awe

stepping back from the Holy

into the arms

of freedom

faith

more of Thy Kingdom

more of Thy power

more glory

more forever

more amen

This post is part of the One Word at a Time blog carnival on “more.” Be sure to visit them for more and better blogs than this today.

much ado about waiting rooms

one walks on her own

but not alone

into

cold waiting

rooms

ring of gold forty-three

years warmed by loving

hands against thin, limp

divider curtains

waiting

in prayer

folded

and enfolded

between friends

hands and feet

laughing

praying

bringing picnic lunches

to hard tiled 

waiting

rooms

operating, incising, excising

precious life lines

infusing thoughts and functions

waiting

to laugh

and pray

and enfold each other

again

Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!

~Luke 12:22

This post is part of the One Word at a Time blog carnival on “much” this week. Click here to see even more great posts, prompted by the word, “much.” And it’s dedicated to my mama, whom God brought safely through surgery today.