I don’t remember when I left that word.
It must have been upon some beach. My breath
oppresses. Were I silent like a bird
I might have flown securely on my way.
I left that word abandoning its sound
And hope the sand will keep its harm at bay.
Years ago it filled my heart. I sung,
But now I would forget what passed my lips
Repenting, if I may, to soothe my tongue.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Laura Bloomsbury is hosting featuring tercets with specified rhyme words coming from Raymond Garlick’s poem “Welsh-Speaking Sea“.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control against such things there is no law.
Galatians 5: 22-23
Gifts may come and gifts may go, but life is best when all
Like trees bear fruit of joy to share in peace and self-control.
Taste how patient kindness is
With love and goodness, gentle bliss
As faithfulness through righteousness fulfills the ancient law.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Bjorn is hosting with the theme of lists as the guiding source of a poem.
Chaos out of order
Looking for some cake.
Virus comes with market crash
Beyond the cliff down to the splash
Into the burning lake.
Order out of chaos
Victorious and true.
Beyond the tribulations find
Sanctity to shield your mind
With everything you do.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme “taboo”. I am not sure how the photos fit the theme but I hope the poem does.
The Spring is stirring from this cold dead white,
From dark beneath oppressive night.
The searching sun reveals how bright
And fresh is morning air.
May I walk within such light
Where mercy soothes, where tears turn right,
And humble hope plants flowers everywhere.