Listening

~ Listening ~

Listening to Godde

who is listening to me

~~~~~

You listen to my heart’s pain

as I pour it out by name

Most Holy Godde

 I listen in the silent quiet

remembering your 

royal presence

knowing I am loved

knowing I am held

a beloved child

 Later, when the blessings flow, and

a thought or notion starts to grow 

I know Your Hand, is guiding me

as with a calmer heart I listen

and give thanks

JoMae

4/19/20

The thing is, so much of prayer is listening to Godde listening to us.  Sometimes, when prayers seem to go unheard, we may be unaware til later, that we’ve been heard - then, seeing an answer, recognize connection to our plea. 

Our answers may not come in words - or according to our timing. They may not be in the form requested, but we can trust that blessings will be there as surely as new seasons come again - and sunshine after rain.

Listening to Pastor Anthony’s sermon on Psalm 102 1-11 from 4/19/20.

April Snow Day

~ April Snow Day ~

Yesterday I stepped outside to toss the garbage

and noticed my scraggly forsythia with wildly flailing

branches in sore need of trimming. I clipped a few and

threw them in a pot with a couple daffodils already there

Today the world is spread with snow again

all is grayish white outside the kitchen window

dark clouds casting shadows on this cold April day

yet on my table stands a beautiful bouquet of sunshine

JoMae

4/10/20

Snow in the morning. Sun in the afternoon. And this little poem somewhere along the way. Enjoy!

The One Who Left

John's Legacy

~ The One Who Left ~

the one who left walks with me still

his smile in every daffodil planted long ago

in every flower his garden grows year after year

in every poem I write, in every peaceful night

- lingers deeply rooted in the soil of my life

nurtured so long with love
I too will blossom on

JoMae

4/10/20

#aprpad 10 - Poem-A-Day prompt: write a the-blank-who-blank poem.

Trapped

~ Trapped ~

The face is old, the heart still young

the mind not keen as once it proved

old roots still stir around the bend

yet  are now locked  soul deep

within what might have been

for you, my love

are ever gone

JoMae

4/6/20

#aprpad 6 Poem-A-Day prompt: write a trap poem

Slow Lane

~ Slow Lane ~

the older I get

the shorter the future

the wiser I grow

the dimmer the past

the livelier me is

now in the slow lane

happy to watch

the world rushing by

JoMae

4/8/20

#aprpad 8 - Poem-A-Day prompt:  write a future poem

Small Blessings

~ Small Blessings ~

I’m lucky to be at ease with solitude in

this interlude of home bound isolation

as the world hides from our invisible

enemy lurking in the air -anywhere

JoMae

4/7/20

#aprpad 7 - Poem-A-Day prompt:  write a lucky or unlucky poem

Corona Moment

~ Corona Moment~

a knock on the door

grocery bag on the porch

kind neighbor waving

JoMae
4/5/20

#aprpad April Poem-A-Day 5 prompt: write a moment poem

wishpoem

Remembering John's Garden

~ wishpoem ~

a lot of wishes

swishing through the air today

not one stays to play

JoMae

4/4/20

Tomorrow would have been John's 85th birthday. Today's Poem-A-Day prompt is: Write a wish poem. So my page is full of wishes yet not a one to share except this small haiku. 

Unpolished Opinion

My Laughing Daffodils

~ Unpolished Opinion ~

I follow the instincts that live in my gut

learning to test and trust them a lot

with large matters and small, rely

on their nudging in pondering all

manner of judgement -all open

responses for good or for bad

Our hearts learn life lessons 

by failure and strife -by trial

by error, winning or losing

we strengthen our gifts, hone

confident answers and tuck

instincts to turn to deep in

the gut

JoMae

4/3/20

Today's Poem-A-Day prompt: Write a follow your (blank) poem

Vision of Hope

New Season - New Leaves - New Hope

      ~ A Vision of Hope ~

Our space has been invaded by an invisible enemy

 - the closest we have ever come to war nearby

where some must hide away while the brave

among us fight and die for the future of all

all with a part to play yet health care and

delivery folk and so many who provide

necessities have become our heroes

displaying care and courage for the

rest, protection and help amid this

deadly scourge advancing along

our land from state to state, bit

by bit conquering, holding us

hostage, taking our lives

while many from their 

sheltered spaces, delve

deep into their gifts, finding

new ways to fight the enemy

sharing kindness and hope and

offering their ability to sew, design

new answers - new armor to help in

this battle. Creating an informal army

of resistance true as found in any war.

Teachers quickly mastering new ways of

teaching. Parents learning with their children

between the lines of working with their spouses

from their homes. All of us learning new patience.

In spite of great losses, winning the war in the end,

our lives and the space we occupy forever changed

- enriched by our own creativity, blessed from above,

may we carry the strengths born of this struggle into

the world of tomorrow. Into the future we continue to

build together.  Built from the ashes of this viral war.

JoMae

4/2/20

Today's Poem-A-Day prompt: Write a space poem.

New World Plague

New World Plague

Our world has come undone

old patterns gone awry

new rules are in play

to remain alive

for each may carry an invisible virus

we don’t know who so must behave

as if we have it and stay away from

friends - to isolate, alone at home

to stop the spread and

halt the rampant dying in

this surreal new way of life

this most dangerous of games

JoMae

4/1/20

#apad 1 - April Poem A Day challenge 

Today's prompt: Write a new world poem.

Daily Posting

~ Writing ~

soothes my soul

keeps me sane and

helps me look at life again

JoMae
4/1/20

My goal for April is to daily post something I have written.  Most will be older pieces, from time to time, something new born. These are unpolished, unpublished (except on my blog.)  I know most writers write to be published. Many dream from childhood about producing a book. I’ve always loved to write yet not with that ambition. 

While some write to publish, I simply write for pleasure. For the joy of putting words together like a puzzle. For the rush when letters fall together to say what is on my heart.  To lay feelings out where I can examine them again - and learn. So I can tweak and play with them - moving words, changing some until each letter helps reflect a thought.

It is a lovely thing at this stage of my life, to have a place to store my words. My blog at annaver.blogspot.com along with friends on social media brings great joy to my life as we share bits of ourselves from time to time. 

So here I am. Back from three months of being away from my familiar writing days. It was a wonderful break with my daughter visiting from France and other family we connected with. Judy is safely home again and I’ve regrouped from all my traveling with her. It is good to be planted in my writing chair again. 

Dark Day -Hope Seeps In

Turns out I’ve bounced from one vacation right into the fire of another. My grandson calls this a ‘coronacation’. Thanks, Ben!  I kind of like that name for this place we all find ourselves trying to tread water. I also like the thousands of acts of kindness we hear about each day. The encouragement in the midst of this world wide tragedy. And the caring found in everybody’s efforts to survive. So much creativity to be found while hanging out here with all my online friends!  Thanks everyone.

Even as we mourn so many lost lives, may we see Godde's hand in all the helping hands, all the healing, all the caring, all the love. May we find small joy in whatever situations we are locked into. And may all who are frightened and feeling desperate find help, please Godde. Thank you.  -JoMae

Same Dark Day -Hope Wins