Gentle Rebuke

Poem By Shawna Brackens-Maggard

Still I deny the laughter in the trees
mixed with the leaves
the ill-forgotten breeze
essence of nature
murmur into daybreak
flame away the darkness of night
I escape
ripple through the pulsing lake
the rock of self-pity I take
thrown carelessly forth
submerging beneath the faint shallowness
would I forget the soft song
and whispers in the rain
Nature speaks and I listen.

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Divine Optometrist

Lord please use the delicate tool of the
Word to restore sight to our blinded eyes.
Allow the bluriness to cease so that
we may become more focused on you each day.


We laughed, shared secrets, sometimes even dreams
but then she had to go to sleep
when I woke up the room was silent.
Where were those familiar sounds