Reflections of Terror and Beauty

Category: Poetry

  • Garden Bed

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    Janae
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    I’m thankful to have this poem featured by the Good, True, & Beautiful Mail Club, a monthly ministry equipping Christian women through Scripture, practical wisdom, and the beauty of faithful living. I’m grateful to have my work included alongside a ministry devoted to helping women not simply admire what is good, true, and beautiful—but to…

  • Tired Bed

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    Janae
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    Morning light grows to sound,  peppered feet on the ground—  your brothers,  quickly gathered around.  A triumphant thump;  crowded in bed,  good-morning-bumps  eclipsing her head.  The tangle of laughter,  this music of four—  Our ever after;  this is the core.  “What are we doing today?”  he asks in his way,  words I hear coming  before he can say.  Cooking is certain:  laundry and dishes—  but truly, we dwell  in my deepest of wishes:  These three…

  • Suttle Lake; a poem

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    Janae
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    Four footprints chasing lake’s rim  . You and me – strolling along but not quite in stride . My quicker cadence of little feet and dusty knees . Our footprints together as if we were home . You and me – strolling along but not quite in stride . My cadence steadied, my steps now…

  • Shades of Green; a poem

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    Janae
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    Have you noticed  all the shades of green?  . “Look there,” she would say to make green become more than one color  . Great pines above,  laced ferns below  . Look  and feel her smile  . Do you see the shades  of green?  . To live in a place bursting with life . The small…

  • 100 rainbows

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    Janae
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    My husband and I surfed on a sun-filled day but on a day that the waves still had their winter force. I paddled out past the breakpoint – intimidated by the waves’ heights. I found myself sitting on my board, watching the lines of waves travel towards land. I noticed how the off-shore wind met…

  • Red; a poem

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    Janae
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    I hear red. Vacant words tunneling deep. . I tast red. Sour truths lingering still. . I see red. Piercing cuts remaining raw. . Remember red. Flogs unjust a silent sky. . Remember red. Freely spilled the crux of life. . Remember red. Once for all sting left behind. In him we have redemption through…

  • tear stained faces; a poem

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    Janae
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    There is a mark of life -rooted green- grown in perfect presence . Our tears will soon be gone . That defying choice -dividing flames to death- this is not our end . Our tears will soon be gone . A mark of grace -innocence on a tree- forever paid our redemption . Our tears…

  • White Water; a poem

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    Janae
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      Soul, tumbling under treacherous tides striving for still waters.   Uncertainty undermining rest – searching for knowledge; release from white water.   No one can escape the end. The rich receive rainfall and rough winds as certainly as societies’ contemptible. And still the honest receive the same storm as these.   Searching for still…

  • all things new

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    Janae
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    “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” – Sidney Greidanus The paradox of this line reverberates a truth I see too much as a nurse. The more patients we admit, treat, and discharge, the more I realize that we are in a perpetual cycle. More CHF, more pneumonia, more re-admissions. With new…

  • Beauty and Terror; a poem

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    Janae
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    Beauty and Terror   All that is can error That which captivates most May bring terror   Wood wrapped in incandescent flames Reminiscent of Your Father’s name   Removed from willful refrain Yellow may devour Energy unrestrained   Fire, you’re beauty and terror   All that is can error That which captivates most May bring…