Poem 5 of 30 by Christine Tracy

 

Friends

In the grand scheme

there is nothing

quite as pure,

as holy,

as personal,

as sweet,

as nurturing,

as joyful,

as dear,

and as precious, as

the gift

of a

true friendship.

Poem 4 of 30 by Christine Tracy

Home Again

A new place

A new life

Uprooted

Unfinished

Far away

New old place

Reconstructed

Emerging garden

Feeling displaced.

Longing for a place 

That's no longer home.

Hurting heart softens

And lets beauty emerge.

If I look

There it is.

Loveliness

New possibilities

Bountiful joy

Merge into something equally

Beautiful as before.

Finally

Home again.

Poem 3 of 30 by Christine Tracy

Erin Ann

Waking today

At the exact time

I gave birth to my first

40 years ago.

Coincidence?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Looking back

Somehow a circle has been completed.

And wholeness is released.

The birth of a new season.

Propelled by the love and pride

I have gleaned from being in the presence

Of a wisdom that came through me

But is not me.

She now teaches me.

A daughter

Full of life and love

Now in the midst of her own circle making.

Poem 2 of 30 by Christine Tracy

 

Two Words

In the quiet early of the day

Before the sun, while the birds are singing the trees awake;

I sit, puppy in lap; writing tool at hand

And wait for words to come.

Words of life; of love; of encouragement;

Of sadness; grief; and prayer.

Words forming like sculptures in my heart;

Yearning to live, to be released.

To be sent and received;

To bring healing and love.

Today, those words are:

"Brave."

"Excellence."

Words for me.

Perhaps for you?

Good words.

"Live by" words.

Reminding words.

To be, to give, to conquer, to love.

Words that challenge,

But words that do not demand perfection.

Calling me to simply "be."

Words that are enough.

And good.

Poem 1 of 30 by Christine Tracy

 

In the Quiet of the Hard

In the quiet places of the hard things

Are seeds of future gifts.

Good God gifts.

Gifts for you; for others.

Untie the ribbon of grief.

Open the wrapping paper of fear.

Look deep into the box of loss.

Now take hold of the promise.

Breathe in the glimmer of hope.

Notice the strategic seeds of serendipity.

Witness the new sprout, the growth, and the flower.

And remember the hard soil

that brought forth new life; new joy.