I remember back in college, I fell in love and always looked forward to my poetry class. I wouldn’t speak up a lot during this class. Always feeling deeply the inadequacy of my words to comment on the greats, Emily Dickenson, Emerson, Langston Hughes.
One day when I went in for an one-on-one conference with my professor, he asked what denomination of Christianity I belong to. Probably due to the fact that every poem I wrote in that class was about Jesus. I forgot what my response it, it was probably somewhere along the lines of “non-denominational.”
Recently, the Holy Spirit has been bringing this moment up over and over again. God’s taking me through a season where He is showing me how He lovingly made me. God definitely put His love of color and words in my little heart.
So I’m now trying to get back into writing again….giving myself the freedom to space out and write poems with the Holy Spirit in the prayer room, here’s a fresh one:
You are…beyond, above
why do I always try
and try
and try try try try
powder You with cement mixes
black and white You
When You were the One who imagined color into every whispers of life.
Painted the ground with broad generous strokes of green
With scents of forever rain……..
One of my old favorites:
Dreams
by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Very nice, and inspired. By the way, love your flickr foodshots!