Pregnant Rumination

I can’t see it,
not yet,
but I can feel it
whirling about
near the edges of my thoughts,
daring me to come look:
How bold and beautiful!
How terrible and awesome!
Just take a peek…

It intends to move mountains
and shake foundations,
to turn everything
we thought we knew
into outright chaos—
perhaps it’s time I birthed it,
this winsome little idea;
perhaps it’s time it had the chance
to entice and impress more
than a single mind.

via Daily Prompt: Winsome


The Silent Storm

Wake up in the morning
to a deep crimson sky,
that little voice nags,
spews ludicrous lies.
You try to ignore it,
but it screams in your head,
filling your thoughts
and your body with dread.
So you close all the curtains
and lock all the doors;
thus begins the storm,
here comes the downpour.

via Daily Prompt: Silent

The Neophyte

I am born anew;
My comfort lies in your faith
And you brighten my spirit.
Your unfailing love
Has affected my world–
A refreshing change.

For so long I’ve awaited change,
To see myself made new.
I clung to my faith,
Awaiting my twin spirit;
I’ve longed to love
In this imprudent world.

And what a world!
Hinged on the axis of change,
The old delivers the new;
Ideas write and rewrite faith
While crushing and rebuilding spirits.
The only constant is love.

For years I searched for love
Amid the fog that embodies the world,
Hoping to spy a distinct change.
I scoured the old, hoping for new,
But I needed a light to recover my faith,
A lamp to illuminate my spirit.

And instead I found your spirit,
Radiant and brimming with love
Amid the chaos and shadows of the world.
With open arms I embraced the change
And felt myself transform and renew
In this newfound faith.

You embody the terms of my faith
With the virtue of your spirit.
I submerge myself daily in your love
To wash away the cinders of the world.
I give thanks to the positive change
And appreciate how you’ve made me new.

In your renewal of my faith,
My spirit has learned to love
The world and accept its many changes.

via Daily Prompt: Neophyte