ARMED TO THE TEETH
Image courtesy of Pixabay’s ThePixelman
My stomach is tied up in knots.
I wonder who’s calling the shots.
And will they admit
when the bullet gets bit
even they had their own second thoughts?
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Category: Poetic Bloomings
January 14, 2020
January 5, 2020
THE PAST IS A FOREIGN COUNTRY
Photo by Keith R. Good, 2014
“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.” From The Go-Between, by L.P. Hartley
Hindsight is a curious thing.
It can swing from delight
to fright, and anything between.
I mean, we’ve seen the ways
the history books make crooks
look chaste. But oh,
the aftertaste.
And who would know
we owe apologies for
theologies twisted,
persisted, and falsely
scripted.
As we become aware
and lay bare the lies,
our own past appears
foreign in our eyes.
Don’t bury the dead.
Look behind; look ahead.
Yearn for better days.
Find better ways.
Learn who we are.
Raise the bar.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
December 29, 2019
DEANNA (BRIGHT AS DAY)
Freehand original art by Deanna Marie Metts
Her light was dimmed years ago. Everything she enjoyed was taken from her. Books. Music. Art. NY Times crosswords. Energy. Drive. Laughter. All of it, gone. All of it. But in God’s timing and in His way, the expression of herself through her art has been returned. Not in the same way, but brand new, as God renewed her spirit and drew her to Himself. Rekindling her light with His own, she is never truly alone. New Spirit. New Light never fails her, despite that which ails her.
At her drawing board,
what was lost is now restored.
New way. Bright as Day.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
December 15, 2019
GOD BLESSED US, EVERY ONE
Image credit: Pixabay
Can we be thankful
for that which we aren’t aware
we’ve even received?
Yet God has blessed us,
every one of us, with
His very own Son,
leaving the glory
of heavenly realms aside,
born of a virgin
in humblest of means,
crying with the bleating sheep,
and braying donkeys.
No silent night, this,
yet holy, miraculous,
and liberating.
A virgin woman
bore this “for unto us” Child
in obedience
to the very God
Who chose her to give life to
the Giver of Life.
She named Him Jesus.
He who had no beginning –
Who was here before
the world’s foundation –
the Co-Creator of all –
became a newborn.
He grew in wisdom,
and did only that which His
Father told Him to.
His Father gave Him
all things, and left our judgement
in His holy hands.
We are guilty, all.
But the Father made a way:
His name is Jesus.
God gave His own Self
in the Person of the Son
to redeem the lost.
We are all the lost,
falling short of God’s glory.
But now He sees us
through the saving grace
of The One who redeemed us
on Calvary’s cross.
So I ask again:
Can we be thankful for that
which we aren’t aware
we’ve even received?
Jesus Christ died once, for all.
Many witnessed it.
And many witnessed
also His resurrection
from that very death –
the death that was ours.
He gifted us with His love,
and His saving grace.
Know Him, and know this:
God sanctified us. God blessed
us, every one.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
December 8, 2019
McKelvey’s
Photo source unknown. Found at Bob on Books.
When I was a child, Christmas season included a trip downtown to window shop. Mom and Aunt Peg, my sister, our Grandma, and our cousins went together. My favorite was McKelvey’s Department Store, where our moms let us kids go to the fifth floor – the toy floor! Countless beautiful dolls, doll houses, trains, erector sets, life-sized stuffed animals, puzzles, paper dolls, coloring books and crayons galore, and a huge gumball machine. Imagine the magic! Not just a section, but an entire floor devoted to toys. And imagine the disappointment when Mom and Aunt Peg came through the elevator doors, and we knew it was time to leave.
No purchase needed
when you’re dreaming with cousins
and Santa’s in town.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
November 17, 2019
SNOW WHITE (acrostic)
She
Nibbled
On
Wicked
Witch’s
Harvest,
Ill-advisedly.
The
End.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
October 20, 2019
YOUNG MOM
Photo credit: STUX at Pixabay
Some days seem the longest long longer than a run-on sentence that fills her space with no breaks to grab a breath or bite or blink of rest and yes she’s blessed but stressed and pressed where tiny pupils move left to right left to right no end in sight no time to quench her appetite for slumber in what’s left of night just left to right left to right left to write what’s left to write …
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
(I do believe too many young moms in our midst feel just like this. 😦 )
October 13, 2019
authenticity
Image courtesy of fda54 at Pixabay
authenticity
I witnessed unwitting wisdom today
when my five-year-old granddaughter said,
“I’ve never seen a lighthouse
in the desert.”
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
October 6, 2019
A HOLY HUSH
Photo by Keith R. Good
Sleep came,
but the dreams that accompanied it
were disturbing
and all I could do was pray for peace
as worry for her threatened to devour me.
Disquiet was my life for months
and months
and months.
Then one night I found myself
walking a path of undisturbed snow.
The moon was my only light –
just enough to illumine the path,
glisten against the falling snowflakes,
and reveal the immense evergreen forest.
There was silence,
save the calming crunch
of snow beneath my feet.
I walked the breathtaking beauty all night,
accompanied by One who knows me intimately –
the only One who offers stillness
in the midst of turbulence.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
“… and he said to the sea, ‘Peace, be still.’ And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.” ~ Mark 4:39
September 30, 2019
COMFORT FOODS
It’s Mom’s recipes –
stained, and written in her hand –
that nourish my heart.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
