Month: September 2021

Six Word Stories (40)

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This world has broken my heart. So much discord, and lost faith. I turn about, not knowing who or what to trust.

Broken trust is not a laughing matter.

But I have hope.

You see, I trust in a God that has made it his business to fix things, and they are always far more stunning after he has done his work.

I have lost trust, but I have faith I will find it again.

I hold hope, this world will find truth.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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His Dream

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I was a thought
before my birth.
A dream He spun into the mathematics of time.

As the universe floats
in a consciousness beyond
human understanding,

He still dreams of me.
My days.
My ways.

For He loves all His dreams.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Six Word Story (39)

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Is it sinister? Or two sisters bearing their souls to one another?

Meetings that stretch out for hours.

Car discussions that don’t stop even when you reach the driveway.

Prayer meetings that last into the wee hours of the morning.

Band practices that don’t have an end time.

Yes, sinister things are planned under the cover of night. But evil doesn’t own the shadows. God lives there too.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Purple Stain

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This one shrivelled.
That one plump.
In a rush as I sort the circles.

Pluck a stem,
one is smashed,
mold has grown.
Remove before decay infests
the rest.

Tip toeing through
my morning test of time economy.

Juice runs
purple and sweetness.
Marking the edge of fingerprints.

Box packed
with noon time edibles.
Ready for the day.
Wave goodbye.
The purple stain remains.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Cover Reveal/THE BRANCH THAT I AM

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It’s really happening! I am so excited to announce the final cover design for my upcoming chapbook.

Cover art by Mary Grace van der Kroef.
Original watercolor design on watercolor paper.

The Editing process has stretched me. There were tears, and procrastination and frustration. But I am so thankful for the process. I have learned so much from working with an editor, and I am proud of what we have accomplished for my first release.

I don’t have a set release date yet as final formatting needs to take place, but look for it before a pre-sale date announced in the next few weeks, with a release date in early November. (That is the goal.)

Copyright ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
All rights reserved
Paperback cover design, and back matter

You can expect this collection of 25 poems to be available in paperback and ebook versions.

Thank you for dropping in to celebrate with me!

Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Six Word Story (38)

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They are small, they are fierce. Why do we underestimate them so? Why do we deny they are reflections of what still lives deep inside of every adult heart?

Cherish those hearts, be they in the bodies of 2-year-olds, or in full-grown adults with all our learned coping mechanisms. It’s never too late to be brave.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Under

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Trembles only felt,
never seen by the world at large
have given roots strength.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Six Word Stories (37)

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I am so small, and that climb is so high. There is no railing.

What makes the difference? A guiding hand to help me hold my balance and keep me from filling backyards while I take one step at a time.

What if I can not find that hand? What if I am alone? What if no one, will help me?

I still can, even if it’s on hands and knees. I won’t give up, I won’t turn back.

But how I pray for that one hand.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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How do You Catch a Cloud

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How do you catch a cloud
and pin it down?

Or corner a thing
that floats in wisps
ethereal wings?

Raise a hand and feel it weep,
cold drops to
spatter feet.

What heart could
pin it so,
speak the chastising word, no?

A nature not
made for earth.
Still waters hearts with tears of mirth.

Even when billows build,
muddled air, heated, then chilled.

Particles, a dancing clash
building energies full blast,

to strike the hand, pin poised.
A nature feared
also enjoyed.


You could never win.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

Inspiration by:
‘Maria’
by Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers

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