Poetry

31 posts

Poetry for mental health

Three Gratitude’s

  Three Gratitude’s Every night before I go to sleep I say out loud Three things that I’m grateful for, All the significant, insignificant Extraordinary, ordinary stuff of my life. It’s a small practice and humble, And yet, I find I sleep better Holding what lightens and softens my life […]

There is an Ocean

There is an Ocean We, so small and plain and self-contained, we live lives full of petty concerns, and selfish gain. We, all wound up and tight and self-absorbed, we draw up the drawbridge, and pull shut the door. With our concern for self we become confined, we narrow our […]

Dear God,why do I keep fighting you off-

Dear God, why do I keep fighting you off?

Dear God, why do I keep fighting you off? One part of me wants you desperately, another part of me unknowingly pushes you back and runs away. What is there in me that so contradicts my desire for you? These transition days, these passageways, are calling me to let go […]

Poetry as a Safety Valve for Mental Health

Safety valves   We all need someone to confide in. A listening ear. Sympathetic company. Though some things are too close for comfortable sharing. Too painful to pass on to another.   They can remain hidden deep inside. Buried, to all intents and purposes. Or we choose to release in […]

I am Yours

I Am Yours   Before God I stand Hands bowed at my sides Offering the little I can: ‘I am Yours.’ No frills, no bells, no whistles. Just fear and pain and ordinariness. All that I am: The good, the bad and all that’s in-between. A simple gift Offered in […]

The Perfect Cup

The Perfect Cup it is time for meto see the flawsof myselfand stopbeing alarmed it is time for meto halt my drivefor perfectionand to accept my blemishes it is time for meto receiveslowly evolving growththe kind that comesin God’s own good timeand pays no heed to my panicky pushing it […]

Seeds for Thought

Seeds for Thought   The sword is heavy.   And piercing sharp.   Stronger than rock, It yields a mighty blow To the foe With each assault.   The bow and arrow Are light and swift.   Silent war implement, It yields a surprise attack To front or back, From […]

I wanted to .. But

I wanted to.. but   I wanted to present to you a lover – undefiled and whole with flesh like grass inviting inspection, pure and eager for your reaching arms. I wanted to present to you a mind unclotted by the mud-pied clogginess of doubt distrust free from fettered cares […]