Poetry: Thanksgiving

I forgive myself for idealizations of holidays pastFor quick crying between wishesFor wiping tears on my pumpkin apronFor missing the harvest moon …

Poetry: Thanksgiving

This blog entry by an amazing artist conveys my thoughts exactly. I am alone this Thanksgiving, and it really had me down until I read this piece by sweet Bridgette. You should check out her writings and photos.

And, to those who wonder where the turkey and mash potatoes are- they are in your heart, dear one. Thank each of you who read and support my blog. Your dedication keeps me dedicated. Many thanks and blessings to you all!!!

Love~ Susan

Crying Mary

She’s a no good harlot!

She’s possessed with evil intent.

She paints her face and wears improper clothes.

But, the winds scream Mary.

Why is she this way?

No one but she and her God know what happened to her.

One act of kindness from the Right Person-

She is healed.

And, the wind whispered Mary

My Catholic named is Mary Magdalene.

I know her pain and see through the lies.

Her invisible scars speak to me.

And, I cry MARY!

*giant nod to Jimi

Trying, B

As I stand trying,

the world goes on around me.

Little do I know what happens next.

I am loved by about three people in the universe.

Which is fine for most,

but not for me.

I want to be cherished and radically loved-

not for the potential but for the me.

I love but do not feel loved.

Yes, this is possible!

I am a burden to many,

loved by few, tossed and turned by the waves of life.

My depression breaks down the door.

Doors are just the polite way of coming in.

When is my turn

Or did I miss it?

I know I live in this house to learn,

but, please, let school be over.

I have tried beyond belief.

Punishing me; let this time be over!!!

I have learned.

Let school be over.

Let my freedom bells ring.

Let there be peace today!

Thank you for reading! I hope that you have an amazing day!!♥️♥️♥️

Peace; Be still

The Heavens you sketched and colored for me,

prove a love so intense that, God, it beckons me remember you.

The sunlight that this hermit longs to have poured over her pale soul, the protection of my Lord, the God of recompense.

The cream hole in the sky at even time beckons me peace; be still.

So I rest my head on my prayer shawl.

And I know that when I converse with you,

I talk to the Lover who adores me so.

Panic Rituals

Trembling hands holding a racing thought,

How much longer until we’re home?

I can’t believe I forgot my meds.

I’m such an idiot!

Who do I think I am that I can have a normal life?

Thoughts racing around on the coattails of a unbroken thoroughbred,

Trust me, there’s nothing ugly that you can say to me that I haven’t already told myself.

Took my meds two hours ago and my insides are shaking. When will they kick in???

Everyone is against me. Nobody loves me or likes me for that matter.

One hand stops trembling.

My sister loves me.

My heart slows down.

My friends love me.

The other hand quiets.

God loves me.

I am calm.

Peace; Be still.

Upon Falling to Sleep

With all of the rain today, darkness comes as a wet, hot cloth covering the eyes of a migraine sufferer.

Stars race around,

Flakes in a snow globe.

The moon relaxes her body down almost to Earth.

My dogs fall asleep side by side with heads on my lap.

Now, it’s time for me to say Good Night Moon and soar off to Nod.

Now, it’s time for all good girls to go to sleep.

I am too exhausted to be bad.

The Day God Helped Me Walk

This morning I woke up without the ability to stand.

I couldn’t crawl or get back up onto the couch either

Though I finally beseeched God in prayer and could get water

But, my legs were giving and I barely made it back to my recliner before my legs gave out

So I haven’t eaten today, but have taken a slew of medicine

My spirits are up, because I serve a great God. He will heal me to walk again when I need to.

He’s a good, good Father.