In the mirror of a water bucket I see:
A blur of color
children with bright hearts
flames cannot douse courage
little girls pump, pump, pump
feet steadily move up the hill
little heads bear yellow water jugs
school books brown edged
blue chairs too hot to touch
ashen are next day’s reflections
parents anxious to know education’s fate
stories told, songs we sang, things we made
in the mirror of my heart
stout hearts of orphans
over flow of son’s rays of love
Fire rages fierce
days merge breeze takes them away
color filled smiles
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is “Mirror.”
pen scratches agaisnt grit
drop of blood caresses
sand paper roughness
of your words
turning like a corkscrew
my mind in confusion
used to talk straight lines
your eyes would sparkle
my hands are empty
the missing link on your wrist
my pen seeks softer media
do you leave me here
to find a new fetal position
flooded with tears
I float in questions
I still draw breath
no motion is the same
you send a rubber ducky
memories of feet caressing sand
beaches and piers, a quest
chasing shore birds
digging for treasure
building castles in shared dreams
sun shines too bright in my eyes
you walk with another
The word “nostalgia” comes from two Greek roots, nostos meaning ‘return home’ and algia ‘longing’. However neither poetry nor politics birthed the term, rather it came from ‘medicine’. In the seventeenth century nostalgia was considered as a curable disease, like a common cold.
Nostalgia is a longing for a Place as well as for a Time.
Sharing with Poets United – the theme this week Nostalgia.
this once content reed, flails
wind seeks to rip from mooring
torrent twists at peace
dusk to dawn, I wrestle
hot tears silent fall
gash displaces scars sewn shut
But light is on the horizon
before ink sets dry
warm breeze blanket will heal
soft rain cleases wounds
faith holds this vessel steadfast
hope will make me whole
This song reminds me that I need not be weighed down by life’s burdens
seems so real
can’t see clearly
thought can delude
take new form
mirror taken away
I see truth
freed to be
The search to “find oneself” is an ongoing quest. Looking in the mirror doesn’t always help.
Maybe because it’s a distorted image of who we really are.
Don’t cease the search, but remember the Master knows (and sees) the real you.
The unveiling will occur one day and we will behold not only self but Truth with no obstructions.
“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
“Now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.”
1 Corinthians 13:12
Like holding rushing water
or embracing the stars
we must hold lightly
to whom we are
not just this moment
a raging sea
the love for me
The earth holds little
in actual pull
the gravity’s waning
as heart grows full
window opens for me
a place for sailing
There are days that seem so weighty and burdensome. Grasp a hand full of soil and cast it to the four winds. It doesn’t remain in a state of stasis neither do we. Don’t dig your heels into what doesn’t last. Be set free by the hope past the world’s window that is cracked open for you…
Turn Your Eyes Helen Lemmel 1922
O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!
Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.
- Through death into life everlasting
He passed, and we follow Him there;
O’er us sin no more hath dominion—
For more than conqu’rors we are!
- His Word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!