Whimsical Wednesday

Oh, the deadlines, test dates, pictures, invitations, test scores, applications, conversations and far away visits that happen in the last lap.

The tears flow unexpectedly and without warning. The memories flood in like a cold, hard rain, and the expectations burst forth like a bright ray of sunshine.

There’s apprehension, excitement, fears, doubts and joys to be had.

Your heart desires to hold on tightly, clinging to all that has been, not wanting to extricate or even peek ahead.

Yet, your head knows the day comes and waits for no man, understanding this is all you’ve worked toward since the day your eyes first met.

Your hands acknowledge the time is beckoning him to fly, and there will be no flight if they don’t release their grasp.

Your soul understands if there is no surrender, his wings will be clipped, and the sorrow will be grave for all involved.

Your feet can feel the earth begin to tremble; you question is that the ground or the foundation of your dreams.

For they’re no longer your hopes, your visions, your aspirations; they must become his as he pursues the calling within.

The smiles savored and the grief in farewell is intermingled with the confidence and exhilaration of the promises yet to come.

As you cheer him on for this last lap that will count for a lifetime of yesterdays and tomorrows.

Penned – MG – 12/10/19

Friday Fun Day

Sometimes, you just got to!

Whatever it is. Wherever you are.

However you can make it happen.

Happiness is a perspective. Joy is a choice.

Circumstances and people should never dictate the state of mind nor of heart.

Choose what fun you’ll have today.

Choose what goodness you’ll find.

And smile. Even in the rain.

Penned – MG – 12/7/19

Abandoned Heart

You send me love letters, but they never arrive.

You call me on my number, but the phone never rings.

You knock at my door, but no one is ever at home.

You drive by to see me, but the windows have all been sealed shut.

The hallways are vacant of footprints.

The rooms are void of noise.

The entries have all been chained.

The exit gate is swinging wide.

Their questions will never be answered.

Their answers will never be questioned.

Their thirst will never be quenched.

Their hunger will never be filled.

It is said, “Curiosity killed the cat,” but that happened way before our time.

The story had ended.

The song has been sung.

The fortune was never found.

And the fat lady started to hum and then died.

Penned -MG – 10/31/19

*I do not own this video or have it in my possession. This is from YouTube, and I thought it would be an interesting addition to the poem.

Once Again

Once Again

Your face reminds me of the pain

Your smile retains the brokenness

Your voice prods the gash deep in my soul.

Just when I think I’ve grown past, I hear your laughter within

Just when I feel I’ve moved beyond, I see your hand holding on

Just when I believe I’ve overcome, I touch a memory in the forgotten mind

I wish I could just stay angry forever

I long to see the payment for your crime

I yearn for the day when justice divides

Yet, He draws me back to unconditional love

He reminds me of His unyielding mercy

He calls to my heart to gracefully forgive

Not for your sake, but rather, for mine

Once Again

Penned – MG – 11/14/19

This is quite an old song, but it so eloquently describes the wounded heart. ❤️

https://youtu.be/E5rfLcGZumE

Whimsical Wednesday

Maybe it’s a bit colder than you’d like

Maybe it has a bit more rain

Don’t let the wind hold you back

Never let the wet lead you to lack

A brighter day is just around the corner

A shinier future is just around the bend

If life feels a mite disappointing right now

Just step back and blink; you might just say, “Wow!”

Penned – MG – 11/12/19

What Is A Good Neighbor?

What does it mean to be a good neighbor?

Is it simply smiling as you drive by the house?

Is it raising your hand with a wave as you pass them in the street corner?

Is it picking up a valuable and returning it to their doorstep?

Is it holding open the door as he wobbled in on the cane?

Is it helping her take one more step with her feeble pace?

Is it embracing them as they weep their loss?

Could it be a statement of confrontation to avoid disaster?

Could it be a moment of disagreement to detour from harm?

Could it be a jolt of volume to shut the door to Hell?

Could it a kind word to the multitude as you pass by?

Could it be a loaf of bread to the starving?

Could it be fresh water to the parched?

Could it be all of these and more?

Do you shut yourself out; so, your eyes don’t have to feel?

Do you close the door; so, your ears don’t have to hear?

Do you shield your expression; so, your heart doesn’t have to feel?

Who will be a good neighbor within your home?

Who will be a good neighbor in your city?

Who will be a good neighbor to your world?

It only takes one.

Will it be you?

Penned – MG – 11/7/19

Seventy Times Seven

You slice me with your words

You cut me with you stare

You pierce my heart with your lies

You clench my lungs but never hear my cries

You stir deceit among my friends

You create havoc among my loves

You sever my relationships with your slander

You sear my kinships with a cruel banter

Every year, I draw near to repentance

Every hour, I crawl back to mercy

Every minute, I search to find grace

Every second, I seek forgiveness to erase

Penned – MG – 11/5/19

Whimsical Wednesday

The weather is fine

Let’s go and dine

Let’s go and have an adventure

Before all the leaves turn to winter

The drive is divine

We don’t need the wine

We don’t need the activity center

As long as with love we can venture

Penned – MG – 11/5/19

Wayward Heart

Oh, you wayward heart

You jump and dance while the sun is shining

You twirl in the breeze, smiling as it rustles the leaves

You flitter like a butterfly, no cares, no worries

Yet as the clouds roll in, you seem to pause

Looking with trepidation, you begin to shake

Your skip turns to a run as you shutter with fear

You scurry for shelter, no courage, no resolve

As the lightening strikes and the thunder explodes

You cower and quake even in the eye of the storm

You forsake any promise, any proclamation of hope

Oh, wayward heart, how quickly you have forgotten

Penned – MG – 11/2/19

Whimsical Wednesday

Somedays, it just doesn’t feel so whimsical

The rain pours down like an avalanche

The bills pile up, threatening to bust the dam

The kids get sick, losing time from your livelihood

The spouse awakens as if you’ve committed a wretched evil

Temptations reign and habits of old come creeping, seeking to find you

There must be an anchor down deep inside

There must be still waters no man can shake

There must be a hope which sustains through yesterday and points to tomorrow

When Hope lives within, the storms may rage; yet, the rock will stand.

Penned – MG – 10/30/19