God has His favorites:
we now who mourn,
the orphan and widow,
those lost in the storm,
unloved, unadored
by kindness withheld.
All promptings ignored,
the moments repelled.
“Lord, when did we see you,”
abandoned, unstrung?
We straddle two worlds.
Where do we belong?
Kingdom without us.
Kingdom within.
Kingdom of Jesus.
Kingdom, begin…
Photo is in the public domain.
For my sister
Once content with
familiar brooks
I feared intriguing
turns and stopped
the flowing
in my heart
that leads to
greater knowing
Then I dreamed
an undertow that
pulled and changed
my course
Forced to brave
a stranger stream
I worried where
it was heading
Now I know sweet
sparkling creeks
trickle in and out of
small ponds
But some fall into
currents swift
Into beautiful rivers and
Beyond
Top photo Chester Creek Trail in Anchorage, Alaska; bottom photo of Plawagan Puger, East Java by Ikhlasul Amal
Rebecca Budd is the most encouraging, enthusiastic and inspirational blogger I have the great privilege of knowing. She has several blogs, some of which you already follow, so I advocate for all of them! Rebecca is the busy bee of our blogging community, bringing sweetness, kindness, and compassion wherever she alights, not to mention her manifold artistic talents.
I am once again honored to have Lady Budd read one of my poems. Please visit…
Clanmother has very graciously included my poem titled Sleight in her Sunday Evening Reflection with her lovely video and outstanding photography. Rebecca’s reading evokes, even for me, those unforgettable moments spent in my little park.
Thank you, Lady Budd, for all your inspiration and support within our vibrant online community, which reminds one another daily that beauty and the arts are essential to life.
THE WOUND THAT HEALS 
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