Apples (God Knows Where I Am)

 

“Dear, God, please save me, I’m trying, but I don’t know what to do.” from documentary God Knows Where I Am.

 

As promised, my second poetic reflection after watching the documentary God Knows Where I Am- about the life of Linda Bishop. The documentary offers much to consider on the subjects of homelessness, mental health care, mental illness and our current healthcare system. I am not strong in these kinds of debates and discussions. But what I do offer is here in this small poem.

You can see the first poem, called What Matters Not HERE.

I have included the trailer for the movie below. Please take a moment and watch it. For more information go to God Knows Where I Am website.

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Judging Motherhood: Gavel or Grace

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But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: “God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble.” ~James 4:6

 

 

Whether you are a mother or not, I offer you some thoughts to ponder this Mother’s Day with this post I wrote awhile back about that most tender and tumultuous of all relationships, that of mother and child…

 

My cell phone rings from the bedside table, morning still has not peeked in through the blinds yet. I reach  into the dark, pressing the phone to me ear.

 

“Yes?” I reply, knowing who is on the other end of the ring.

“I just wanted to let you know it’s icy, and to be careful. I don’t want you to fall when you take the dog out.”

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When I am 51

 

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photo credit: girl reading via photopin (license)

 

I wrote this poem last year as a follow up to a poem to my post on turning 50 and also dovetailing my poetic response to Warning by Jenny Joseph titled: Warning: Remixing the Purple Poem.

 

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I Am More

Happy National Poetry Month!

I am happy to say that I have  finally linked all of the poems shared on this blog in one place- You can find them by hovering over the Writing {is} Life tab or clicking HERE.

Tonight I am joining with fellow poets at dVerse Poets Pub and sharing a fresh from the pen and out of the journal poem which I wrote Tuesday.

Enjoy!

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The Comparison Trap (3 Ways to Get Free)

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“God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.”

-St. Augustine

The bus ride home was always the same. Mine was the last stop. But before my stop came hers. I never knew her name, she was a couple of years older than me. We never exchanged a word.

I watched her get off the bus daily. It stopped right in front of her large, 2 story home, with manicured lawn. She had long, straight, caramel colored hair and always dressed well.  I saw her big beautiful house and I imagined her in her perfect bedroom, in her perfect house with her perfect life. Every holiday a tasteful display of decor adorned the outside. I imagined all of the good things happening inside. I ached for all I didn’t have.

 

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