All Other Ground

My hope is built on nothing less than

My hope is built on nothing

My hope is built

 

Fragile as a snowflake melting in my hands

my faith against the blizzard

the onslaught of the Righteous

whose righteousness swirls in angry wind

pushing

pushing out

 

I stand

I stand on this rock

the angry wind causes me to stumble

How solid is this rock

if I can still fall?

 

My hope is built on nothing less than

My hope is built on nothing

My hope is built on

My hope.

 

Motherhood

                  

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I dreamed

that you drowned.

Your little head

beneath water

and no matter

how hard I tried

I couldn’t reach you

in time.

I felt your small body

limp in my arms.

 

I awoke to your cries

alive, awake

seeking milk and comfort

not knowing my fear

only my love.

 

 

artwork by Paul Moffett

two touching poems

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My Teacup: In Memoriam

by Annemarie

O proud and glorious vessel of tea,

You did your duty valiantly.

And ne’er shall pass another day

Where by my side you deign to stay.

Your curving sides, your graceful lip

Fit perfectly within my grip.

Leaf and bag, in water steeped

A splash of milk into the deep.

Each day a perfect cup you gave

A legacy now for your grave.

Though many may make their appeal,

No other cup my heart shall steal.

 

The Sounds of a Silence (in the Morning)

by Jan

Hello coffee, my old friend,

I’ve come to drink you here again,

Restless nights that were so fleeting

The darkness left, now I am bleating

for the coffee that will now restore my brain

once again.

Bring me the sounds of silence.