For What is Faith?

The prompt for PAD Day 24 was “faith” . The day before I had just posted the following quote while hashtagging on twitter

 

“…you don’t have to understand things for them to be.” – from A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

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September, 2016

 

For What is Faith?

I find myself questioning without doubting
Not understanding but believing
For what is faith?

The substance of things hoped for
Even when my mind is perplexed
My heart is pierced with truth

The evidence of things not seen but sure
Indications and manifestations to hold me
To keep me on the way

Hope, that thing with feathers
Faith fluttering as a breeze
Mystifying yet dependable

Inside the Object

PAD Day 21 was to write about an object. So many of us confuse the church building with the one true church. I didn’t give this poem a title (yet), but I was think of the building that houses the church.

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This building with its multicolored panes
That tell the stories of the saints of old
The highly polished wooden pews that creak
These pews that hold the sheep within the fold

This structure built upon a little hill
Though humble brick, within a message bold
Is spoken there for all who come to hear
The sweetest story that has e’er been told

This house of worship gathers saints who sing
Clear voices lifted up, God is extolled
Melodious and reverent the refrain
Amazing grace abounds in this stronghold

Remember When

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Remember When

Remember that time
when we…
and so the stories begin
from the bearded men
gathered across the years
for such a time as this
another has gone from their midst
and so they spin tales
of long ago

 

Written for PAD Day 15 – “One Time”

Guilty

 

Today’s PAD Challenge was to write a poem around the theme “guilty”. This is what came to mind…

 

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Some guilt reaps visible consequences
Time-outs, losses, jail
Some guilt suffers unseen in hearts and minds
Tears fall in darkest nights
Sobs are silenced in pillows
Some guilt is justified
By wrongs that need righting
Some guilt is self-inflicted
False, unwarranted, and hidden
How do you shed the guilt
That should not be there in the first place?

Panic

Today’s PAD prompt was “Panic” . This came to mind as it does quite often.

that night

September, 2000

 

That Night

 

The black darkness as we tumbled

came so swift and sudden until

we were upright

across the road

facing the opposite direction

and she was gone

 

outside the car

screaming my name

before I could even make sense of it

I climbed out the window

to get her in my arms

and my heart restarted

my breath returned

Sound

Today’s PAD prompt was “sound”.  Here’s my sound memory…

 

 

Sweet Notes

The  sound of him singing

“Sweet Caroline”

at the top of his voice

from the shower

brings a smile and warms

my heart

I am amazed

at the change in him

 

who would have

ever thought

he’d be a Neil Diamond fan?

this tall boy-man

who left home to be a soldier

and returned

so thin and worldly-wise

 

yet I still hear

the boy in his voice

and see it in his grin.

 

You can read last year’s Day 6 poem HERE.

Elements

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Today’s PAD prompt was to write an “elements” poem. I thought I’d have a little fun with it!

 Elementally Speaking

Universally stands Uranium
Along with Neptunium and Plutonium
The silvery Samarium
Hangs with Europium and Francium
“United We Stand” sings Americium
Along with Californium
And little Berkelium
There’s rare sister Ruthenium
With her brother, Lawrencium
and their friend, Einsteinium
We could all use some Technetium
With our Chrom(book)ium
But no one likes Livermorium
This list is fairly Nobelium
And that’s not even Hafnium!

Cathy – Part Two

The prompt for Day 25 of PAD was “exercise”.  In a round about way I turned to thoughts of Cathy, my best friend who died on March 8th. This poem can’t begin to convey our friendship, but it was helpful for me to write it. Before the poem, though, I’d like to share a word that’s new to me but fits right in here –

Propinquity– the state of being close to someone; close kinship

My friend Cathy and I experienced propinquity.

 


Cathy

All those excursions we took before I left
come back to me now in photographs
we walked the downtown streets
to bookstores and cafes
laughing at inside jokes from our youth
You were so witty
We scoured antique stores for handkerchiefs
and old jewelry and hidden treasures
and since you could no longer exercise, you traded
me your Zumba CDs for my glass chickens
And now I’m miles away and you are gone,
but I still look for handkerchiefs
that I know you would have liked

Last Day of PAD, 2016

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The prompt for today is “dead end”. How fitting for the last day of April and the last day of PAD (Poem-a-Day) for 2016. I managed once again to complete all 30 poems; this year I got almost all of them in on time!

 

April’s End 

The end of a lyrical April is here

Where is my  Oz

At the end of this poetic yellow brick road?

I traveled the forest of dark emotion

Sometimes with a brain

Sometimes with a heart

There were days of

Good word witches

Who graced me with synonyms

And lollipop kids who shared their rhymes

But now I fear that balloon

Will float away without me

I hear there’s no place like home

But where is home?

Where is home?

Our Lives Diverged

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The prompt for PAD day 21 was to respond to another poem. This is my response/version of Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken

Our Lives Diverged

Our lives diverged one year in June
Something lovely died inside
Left behind with the quarter moon
The contents of my heart were strewn
And by the sun were crisped and dried

I took my lonely path back home
And tried to make the best of things
Oft times I’d go outside and roam
As if I traveled the catacombs
Yearning to leave on sprouted wings

Remembering that day, choices made
Words said could not be taken back
Footprints left where they had strayed
Promises died unconveyed
I doubted he’d ever come back

I’ll always recall this with a sigh
Relive it often in my dreams
Lives diverged under an aqua sky
You made the choice to go awry
Life isn’t always what it seems