Impatiens

Give me

          Your patience

for the Patient

          who is really

the  Care’taker’

          depending  on

the Care’giver’

          to be

               patient

but she’s not

impatient spreng

5/13/10

Thanking God as we pass the one year mark of my husband's successful brain surgery.  The road to recovery was rife with emotion, pain and unexpected challenges and setbacks.  I never dreamed the  caregiver would be challenged as much as I was.  As I swam in that sea, it seemed there were precious few moments to capture my thoughts in writing.  I knew, without a doubt that God is the solid rock upon which sometimes only our toes touch, so that our noses stay above water... by His grace. 

Submitted to Friday Poetically with Brian Miller at One Stop Poetry where you will find the wonderful words of poets.

The Big House

A big white house

with green shutters

and a white door

Don’t  you see it?

 

It was there before time began.

Isn’t it beautiful!

You don’t see it?

It’s right there!

 

What you see is just an old door.

What you see is what most people see.

But not what everybody

wants to see.

Kj (age 11)

Good eye Kara!! I love what you see!

We're spending time with Friday poetically with Brian Miller at One Stop Poetry who inspired me to take the morning off of work, so my daughter and I could play… er, write (maybe she'll be a 'playwrite' when she grows up!)  I showed her the picture and asked her to write something about her memory of this cool garden door we found in Buena Vista, CO last summer. The words are hers, I put it in stanza form.  (Brian… could I have a note for my boss?)

Flood Light

Flood me

with Your presence

bring me

to your light…

too intense

for shielded eyes

and

there I

lose my heart

wrapped in warmth

surrounded

your rays

of tenderness

when I follow

when I fail

letting go

I sink

into the depths

of You

and soar

patricia spreng

Find other wonderful words of writers today at Friday Poetically at One Stop Poetry.

“The Event”

cannot stop the heart

from seeing

dead ends

become

obstacles

so marks

become the pieces

of the heart

beating

the painted puzzle

pulsing

the forest

through

the trees

which clearly

he 

can see

Patricia Spreng

submitted in response to the Poetically Friday post by Brian Miller at One Stop Poetry Friday post featuring  the artistry of Chuck Close