Poem of the Month

Every month, I will feature either a new poem or a favorite poem on this page, as well as the highlighted poems from the previous two months. The category page from which each poem is taken is listed in parentheses ( ) under the month.


October 2017

(from: Contentment Prayers)


Oh Lord, Make Me Like Joseph

 

 

Lord, forgive me for my “hunting”

When my mind should be at rest.

I fall into double-mindedness

Whenever I feel stressed.

 

I flip through files of “might have been”

And ponder past decisions.

I rearrange life’s past events

Or, covet future visions.

 

I fail to focus on today

And loved ones I can touch.

I waste time hunting answers to

Questions which don’t matter much.

 

Oh Lord, make me like Joseph

Who accepted all his trials,

Believed his God was in control

Of people, years and miles. 1.

 

He did not strive or manipulate

To change His circumstances.

Yet, Joseph was, of Jacob’s tree,

The strongest of the branches.

 

Though I may not end up like he—

With joys exceeding tears,

Your word says You work for my good.  2.

May trust replace my fears.

 


1.    Genesis 50:15-21

2.    Romans 8:28

 


gratefulsue

6/14/00


September 2017

(from: Suffering)


The Days of 9.11

 

The day of 9.11

Secrecy.

Deception.

Violence.

Destruction.

Death.

Chaos.

Ruins.

Innocence lost.

Disbelief.

Confusion.

Trauma.

Desperately needing a friend.

 

The day after 9.11

Fears confirmed.

Shocked.

Caught off-guard.

Wind knocked out of your lungs.

Rug pulled out from under you.

Tears.

Pain.

Agony.

Heartbroken.

Redefining family.

Re-evaluating history.

Re-envisioning future,

With open, jagged wounds.

 

Haunting images.

Beyond upset.

Aching.

Anger.

Mental screaming.

Hatred of sin and evil.

Compassion for the victims.

Shaken up lives.

Shattered trust.

Emotional devastation.

In vain, comfort from a friend.

 

Questions.

No good answers.

More questions.

Difficult, painstaking,

Cleanup begins at the crash site.

 

The week after 9.11

Mourning.

Speechless.

Crestfallen.

Still.

Numb.

Alone.

Wanting to stay alone.

Withdrawing.

Hiding.

Humiliated.

Helpless.

 

(Where was God?

Why didn’t He restrain sin?

He let it run its course.

He knew, He watched.) 

 

Disappointment.

Fractured faith.

Confiding in a friend.

 

The month after 9.11

It wasn’t your fault.

You were innocent.

You didn’t know.

You were a victim.

 

It was partly my fault.

I didn’t love you enough,

Those precious years,

When I had the chance.

I’m so very sorry.

 

Entirely his fault.

He didn’t love you at all,

Or, the God of love.

Spiritually blind.

His “truth” was a lie.

Complicit puppet.

Unexpected adversary.

Inexcusable assailant.

Betrayer. Saboteur.  

Terrorist. Thief.

Seeds of bitterness.

Avoiding a friend.

 

Six months after 9.11

Asking for peace.

Hoping for strength.

Emotionally exhausted.

Craving sleep.

Unable to sleep.

Tortured sleep.

“Escape the pain” sleep.

“Not wanting to wake up” sleep.

Working, working, working,

On forgiving. Living.

Listening to a friend.

 

Slow to heal.

Waiting for a better day.

Searching for hope,

“...Beauty from ashes.”  1.

And, waiting some more.

 

The year after 9.11

Less pain.

New routines.

Reluctant acceptance.

Some pleasant days.

More authentic smiles.

Receiving kindnesses.

Enjoying a friend.

 

The dawn of surprise...

Noticing God.

I see Him again!

(He was also waiting...

He never left.)

He is patient.

Good.

Generous.

Tender.

Trustworthy?

 

Two years after 9.11

Yes... trustworthy.

Evidence of healing,

Feeling alive again.

Practicing gratitude.

Really laughing.

Being a friend.

 

Rebuilding (informed) faith.  2.

Re-writing the future... with hope.

 

 

1.  Isaiah 61:3

2.  Hebrews 11:36 – 12:3

 


gratefulsue

9.13.16

© 2017 gratefulsue

 

(Besides the overt reference to the terrorist attacks in the U.S. on 9.11.2001, “The Days of 9.11” can also represent any personal catastrophe, abuse, or trauma, and how one might process it over time.)


August 2017

(from: Family)

Teenager

 

What are you thinking?

How was your day?

Are you happy or sad?

Do you love God today?

 

Do you have some questions

You might like to ask?

Are the answers painful?

Do you prefer a mask?

 

Am I bothering you

With my pleading eyes?

Impatient waiting, and

Nagging cries?

 

Where did you go?

Are you running from me?

Are you trying to live

Independently?

 

Talk to me son,

About anything, please.

Chit-chat is better than

This silence disease.

 

Words are needful,

Beautiful, good,

When sent with love,

And understood.

 

“I love you,” “Yes,”

“Thank you,” and “Please,”

Verbal salve—

Are all of these.

 

Explaining, joking,

Praising and more

are gifts of caring—

What we’re made for.

 

Please open the gate,

Unlock the door

Release your heart,

Click on “restore.”

 

 

gratefulsue

6/13/08

(C) 2015 gratefulsue