A friend was talking about all the broken bones and ripped tendons she’d had. These were the result:
She complained about/
ripped tendons and busted bones,/
but no broken heart.
Her: Oh I have had a broken heart a couple of times in the last few years
She complained about/
ripped tendons and busted bones,/
and her broken heart.
(Is that better?)
Then:
Her broken heart shows/
that she is capable of/
giving – getting love.
A friend had surgery … and many told her she was their prayers. These are the result
She may not know it,/
But hundreds of knees have bent/
For her to be blessed.
She said: Ok now don’t you make me cry !!
Tears are mere symbols /
that our emotional cups /
are overflowing.
Walking always gives/
me time to deeply ponder/
vital questions I have.
If you’re looking for/
a friend for the holidays,/
please consider me!
So, if I’m offended
that you’re offended
that someone else is offended,
are you offended?
My great grandfather/
circled Amos, asked: “Where are/
Prophets?” He now knows.
*Anew friend shared a poem she’d written about her ancestor’s well-traveled Scriptures … something which I have (my Great-Grandfather’s Bible), which prompted this:
I’m deeply moved by/
her well-traveled legacy,/
matching my own Book.
Just as easily/
as he lit her fuse, he burned/
bridges with the Muse.
I know: Stranger things/
have happened. Still, it’s fun to/
imagine weirdness.
It never matters/
much to me where a lake is,/
as long as I’m there.