This Way

Maybe our path

is already paved with gold

and we don't see it

but for the cold, gray

grindstone before us.

Trudging through the muckity muck,

our headstrong self

doesn’t really know it all

after all.

Lift up your eyes

to higher ground,

grab your boots and

get out of the Way.

patricia spreng

Do not call to mind the former things, or ponder things of the past. For, I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.  Isaiah 43:18-19

Difficult Psalm

I loathe the times I cannot write

precisely when

I need to,

but it won’t come.

My words escape my pen

crumple my paper

and mock me.

Emotions wrought bring silence,

not one word profound

though passion flares with prayers.

I beg You to stop

cancer riddled blood cells

daughters tempted by rebellion

beautiful breasts attacked by cancer

and mother's suffering to breathe.

To roll up my sleeves

and nail these to simple words

hardly does them justice
let alone, cure.

I swim upstream

and my words

spawn nothing.

But to you, oh Lord
I swim.

patricia spreng

(fix my eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of my faith....  I will let him do the writing.)

prayer on a windy beach

Where does the wind begin or end,
as whispers swell to wonder...

holding feathered wings
and dreams in flight...

dissolving worry into cirrus clouds
unable to threaten...

sheer power caressing each fear,
sifting need from want...

Your presence like fingers
running through my hair.

patricia spreng

Two Way Street

Lord, 

       Lord…

we prepare them for death

with dignity and love

compassion is the air we breathe

from You

who designed us,

called us, to walk this road...

but when our compassioned ones

are sick of compassion

they sometimes steal keys

and drive on the wrong side of the highway

where other lives are changed forever

without any warning

that compassion is not always

a two way street

patricia spreng

Henry

"Henry and Adele" by Judith Clay

Henry was a wide-eyed boy 

who took the world by storm

much to the chagrin of Mr. Moon

who wouldn’t shine

to Henry’s tune

No matter, though...

this wide-eyed boy

who took the world by storm

content to play for strawberry floats

and scrabbled eggs

laid in his moat

Patricia Spreng

Joining d'Verse Poets for poetry prompted by the artwork of Judith Clay.