UNMASK
There’s only one way
To know ourselves and others:
Eliminate masks.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 12: COSTUME
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a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
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October 25, 2018
October 23, 2018
SOW
Sow
grace where you
may.
Pray
kindness brings good
yield.
Wield
God’s most holy
word.
Gird
softness ‘round your
views.
Fuse
truth to all you
know.
Show
love in all you
sow.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 10: HARVEST
October 22, 2018
AUTUMN’S BIKE TRAILS
When fall visits,
we crisscross the trail –
never tiring
of the crunch of crisp leaves
beneath us,
savoring childlike fun.
The brisk, fresh air
invigorates –
motivates us to
ride further,
sometimes pausing
to capture photos
of fall foliage, fields
dotted with orange pumpkin;
orchards with red apples.
Bushed and beaming,
we head home,
cautiously peering
around multi-colored leaf
piles raked to the curb –
some taller
than the cars avoiding them.
Home,
warm and cozy,
fire in the fireplace,
popcorn popping,
already reminiscing,
hoping tomorrow
is more of the same.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 9: SOUP
October 21, 2018
COMFORT FOOD
My comfort foods are piping hot.
They never fail to hit the spot.
I’ll savor solace that they’ve brought,
And when I’m done, my coffee pot.
For where is comfort in cold foods,
That cannot warm cold attitudes
And never will they change foul moods.
There’s nothing cozy in cold foods.
But I could swear that buttered rolls
Can hinder malice in cold souls,
As can hot pies and big warm bowls
Of soups and stews and casseroles.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 8: COMFORT FOOD
October 20, 2018
Autumn’s Abscission
Leaves heave themselves, as they,
Gutsy as this gusty day,
Beg the children come and play
Before autumn slips away.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 7: WINDY
October 18, 2018
CORNUCOPIA
Horn spills with blessings –
Some not so easily grasped,
but ours nonetheless.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 5: CORNUCOPIA
October 5, 2018
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“Honey, you’re sweet as a peach!”
Funny, you ‘cling’ like a leech.”
Two peas in a pod, they’re each
Using a figure of speech.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
September 28, 2018
TREEHOUSE
We could build a treehouse there
Where quiet breeze flows through the wood
And echoes of our childhood
Still faintly hover in the air.
I ponder it with broadening smile!
So, could we build a treehouse there?
I know we could, but do we dare?
I think it just might be worthwhile.
I hope that you can be convinced
For once my heart became aware
That we could build a treehouse there,
I’ve been obsessing ever since.
It wouldn’t be the same elsewhere
For that is where we laughed and played
And where our hearts took root and stayed.
I’m glad we built a treehouse there.
© Marie Elena Good
September 26, 2018
THE MAGIC OF TRANSCENDENCE
Forgive me,
saintly populous,
for using the nonspiritual term
“magic”
to describe the heart at peace
in the midst of chaos.
To describe the allure
of the God who passes
all superhero wonders,
as He lifts us from our
reckless selves,
to lean against His heart
and absorb His peace.
But if that isn’t magic …
© Marie Elena Good
September 7, 2018
THERE ARE TIMES (AND WE ARE IN THEM)
There are times (and we are in them)
when people communicate
without vision,
in every way in which that phrase
may be defined.
There are times (and we are in them)
when truth seems intangible,
and lies lie before us.
With us.
In us.
There are times (and we are in them)
when the enemy of our souls
thinks he has the best of us,
because we give him reason.
There are times (and we are in them)
when the God who created all
sees His creation through eyes
we cannot even glimpse,
much less grasp.
There are times (and we are in them)
when this same God
immeasurably loves His weak children
and holds our downcast, shamed faces
in His hands.
There are times (and we are in them)
when the need for one another
is greater than the sum total
of the sin we daily live.
There are times (and we are in them)
that crave recognition of
our Savior’s costly love for us –
to help us see ourselves and others
for what we are:
children
in need of love.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
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