Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts

Friday, January 27, 2012

Last Call

Those words spoken
before ‘good bye’
lingered long…
stowaways

fed by morsels
of rewind, replay, remind
daily…
yearly, now

some things never change

except when
those words spoken
before ‘good bye’
are breathed upon the air
released from spirit to Spirit

carried away by winds
of change

patricia spreng

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Silent sighs...

in the space
of silent sighs

deep groans of
internal contortion

winds howl through corridors of night 
sucking life from tombs of loneliness

tentacles of stress
maniacally entangle

silently stealing
synapses of my soul

where are you
oh dweller of my spirit

maker of mind
Healer of my heart

giver of life
breathe into me

heave low and heavy
Your spirit

restore to me
the joy of your salvation

Patricia Spreng

Pulling out something from my past to join with d'verse poets... where you will find the wonderful words of poets. Tonight they are featuring poetry that encompasses the use of onomatopoeia and I thought this sounded about right.  Thank God for his faithfulness, I am not in this place anymore.


Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Beauty
and strength
can be found
in

 brokenness
My grace is sufficient for you,
for my power is made perfect in weakness.
 2 Corinthians 12:9
 
 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Isaiah 41:10


...even if my hand looks like a hydrangea or a beach.
Patricia Spreng




Wednesday, June 15, 2011

the path...

Someone pulled the milkweed
at the hospice house...
helping out today

I walked among the garden flowers
wondering about the monarchs
listening to the water flowing
in the pond

and then I saw it, the pile of milkweed
I knelt down on the path
and began to search the leaves
for monarch eggs to save
there in a pile on the brick walkway

the path that grieving people walk
before their loved ones die

the path that people take
when they need something to do
like pull weeds
and think about anything other than
death and sadness and pain

so the milkweed got pulled today
it's alright...
it's alright.

He must have seen me through her window.
He came out wondering
what I was doing
collecting leaves and inspecting them
the way I was.

George.  I rose and smiled at this man.
Jenny was inside... dying young.
Oh God. I work for hospice.
As though I just remembered where I was.

But You are here.
You brought me here
today, for George.

And there are seven
new monarch eggs here
to save
for George

He was the one
who pulled the milkweed.
And that's how we met
and how he heard
about Your monarchs.

And now he will see Your picture
of hope and new life and rebirth...
that Jenny will be alright
that she will transform
and he will transform
because You hold all things in Your hand

Oh thank you my Love,
You are here
on this path
where someone pulled the milkweed today.


Sharing for the first time at Walk With Him Wednesdays at A Holy Experience