Restoration

This is it. I've reached a time to pause with sharing poetry. I'll end with my newest piece that I'm not entirely sure is complete yet. It's at least close . . . just think it doesn't quite express exactly what I want to convey.

Restoration

Magnificent is the making of things.

Breaking lays low.

Expectation bows

To invincible strength

Building humble hope.

Crack and crumble, eroded soul.

Heaven keeps vigil as you yield fast,

Releasing control.

Created is being recast.

As it is with mountains,

Even more so it is with you.

My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6

This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com  

Click here to see my disclaimer and what I’m up to with this season of blog posts.

Let’s Not Live Restless

My second-to-last poem for the season, hopefully a good encouragement for this Saturday and the days to come. 

Let’s Not Live Restless

Like those who wait for the morning,

Awake while night stretches

Without light

Without stillness inside,

Turning and tossing away years,

Considering dreams,

Pressing toward anticipated ends,

Sleep walking through

Resplendence dawning

Again and again and again

Regardless.

My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6

This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com  

Click here to see my disclaimer and what I’m up to with this season of blog posts.

To The One Who Asked To Grow Old With Me

Because today is just an ordinary day (and NOT Valentine's Day), here's an every day love poem.

To The One Who Asked To Grow Old With Me

Years layer upon years

On faces we used to know,

Hands we once held,

Legs that once carried us

Through playful youth

When today was endless

And others were old.

Days pile upon days

And time moves quickly

In this age when

Yesterdays seem like lifetimes

When eyes search for

Signs of those we used to gaze upon

Before time reshaped,

Grayed and folded us

Into what we once called old.

Your eyes pull me into you

More than ever now

Age has made you dearer to me.

I touch your face and

Feel moments

And

Days

And

Years

That have carried you to me

Just as we are now,

My Love today

And for as long as tomorrows come.

My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6

This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com  

Click here to see my disclaimer and what I’m up to with this season of blog posts.

Inspiration

Inspiration

Breathing in

The now,

Searching for something

Spoken

From eternity

In to time.

You whisper.

Holy.

My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6

This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com  

Click here to see my disclaimer and what I’m up to with this season of blog posts.

Saints Among Us

Saints Among Us

Have you known them?

Like concentrated stardust,

Burned, fallen, not of this world--

Those whose life sentences have been spoken,

Suffered, surrendered.

Wisdom embraces scarred kindred,

Fully sentient in slowed time of

Furlough. Repentance. Remission.

Soothing worn spirits. Simple pleasures.

Living, humbled to be permitted presence.

As temporal shimmers translucent,

Have you glimpsed eternal embers

Ready to blaze

Warmed

Reverent

Peace?

My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6

This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com  

Click here to see my disclaimer and what I’m up to with this season of blog posts.

Preserving

As life just keeps coming at us, let's keep on going!

Preserving

Strawberries planted in an earlier season

Ripen unbidden

Without concern

I’m not ready.

A friend calls from the hospital with news.

The anniversary I’d like to forget comes round again.

Children outgrow childhood and go.

I wake with the sun for back-aching work

And pile fruit in my pail.

Freshness is fleeting.

Taught by my grandma,

I know how to preserve.

And so I shall.

My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6

This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com  

Click here to see my disclaimer and what I’m up to with this season of blog posts.

I'm Afraid

This is dedicated to all those Gen Xers who have early memories of the Mr. Tidy Bowl commercial. That guy freaked me out!

I'm Afraid

I'm afraid.

Don’t make me go!

I’d rather stub my little toe.

I bet there’re monsters.

I bet there’re snakes.

And they drown little kids

In great big lakes!

I’m afraid!

I’d rather cut off my feet.

Don’t make me sit

On that cold, scary seat!

YOU’RE not afraid--

You’re not small.

If I get near the edge,

I know I will fall.

I’m afraid

Of Mr. Tidy Bowl.
I bet he’s really

An ugly, green troll.

I say, “I’m scared.”

You tell, “Hush!”

But what if I fall in--

AND GET FLUSHED?!

My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken.-Psalm 62:5-6

This blog post is part of a series of writing (Feb.-March 2014) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland sharing original poetry. tbergland.blogspot.com  

Click here to see my disclaimer and what I’m up to with this season of blog posts.