Truth for Tuesday-some things are out of your control… I like control! I really like control. But when one of my teenagers missed the bus and I hadn’t finished my morning writing time, I thought, “well some days are like that, even in Australia.” I was bummed though, and I thought about when and how I would write later in the day. And even though it’s almost 10pm and my eyes are heavy from a coughing kid keeping me up multiple times last night, I’m showing up now, and that’s what counts. Do you know what happens when I try to control things and not let God take care of them? Anxiety and stress. It’s that static in my head, the constant buzzing of the extra, unnecessary work I’m doing in my mind. After all that work and stress and anxiety, I see God swoop in and he works it all out. Maybe not in the way I wanted him to, but he does, because he cares about me and he cares about the details of my life. He is so good all the time.
Day 3 of the poem a day challenge was a connection poem. It’s kind of Hallmark-but that’s totally my speed. Day 4 was a dream and/or a reality poem. I wrote this one from a stream of consciousness, kind of like a dream…If you like poetry, give it a read. Thanks for stopping by today!
Day 3 A Connection Poem
Their eyes scanned the room
and when they found each
other, they locked in place
and scanned no more.
They didn’t know what they
were looking for,
but they knew they found it
in each other’s eyes.
She looked away
so he made his way
across the room
to discover if they had
He reached for her hand
and she placed it in his
as they made their way to the dance floor
“They are playing our song,” he said
and she smiled.
They danced the night away
lost in each other’s eyes
mesmerized by the others thoughts
They found what they didn’t know they were looking for
a dance partner for life.
Day 4 A Dream and/or reality poem
In a world of nonsense
with one’s head up in the
a dream can be reality
or so it seems
Flying on a unicorn
I reached out to touch
a cloud to see if
it was like cotton candy
or like a marshmallow.
I longed for a taste
but leaned over too far
and fell from the sky
landing on a rainbow
which was springy like a trampoline
and bounced me high into the air
where my unicorn caught me
and begged me not to do that again.
Was I entering Care-A-Lot or Cloud Cuck-Coo Land,
it was hard to tell
though there were no bears
or Lego to be found.
The unicorn screeched to a stop
and threw me into a cloud.
Sleepy from the excitement,
the cloud wrapped itself around me
like a cocoon and rocked me to sleep
where I dreamed about
a world made of cotton candy and marshmallows
until the cloud broke apart
and I fell through the sky,
arms flailing, not a scream escaped my lips,
as I startled awake in my own bed,
with a bag of cotton candy beside me
and let out a sigh that it was only a dream.
I lay back down to ponder that dream
when I saw something outside my window.
It was my unicorn waiting for me.
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