Kindness

A single act
word
or gesture.
The power to propel
guard
or gather.
Embodies compassion,
making it action.

A smile
or nod,
unexpected applaud.
Really seeing,
being
present.

Kindness
is mindful,
refuses to stifle
when it can’t understand.
Knows God’s hand
has the end
planned.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Pots of Hope/Dwelling Literary

I have a short poem that came out at Dwelling Literary today. Pots of Hope is a feature in the GREENHOUSE Issue. It can be read on page 22 of the downloadable version.

I enjoy Dwellig Literary for their interactive monthly publications. If you visit their home page on a computer the green house is a clickable fun place to read poetry and flash fiction on the theme of GREENHOUSE, this month. Next month Dwelling will be redecorated for a new theme, but the GREENHOUSE Issue will still be available to read via the archive.

Writing for themes is something I have been enjoying the last few months. Thanks for reading!

Patience

                             Patience isn't passive
                      but A power held in check,
       ready when Time comes
              to move Inexorably forward.
                PatiencE shows a passion
           for peace iN bite sized nuggets
unafraid of silenCe
                        wisE in gauging climates.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Delight

Do you delight
in me
like a piece of poetry,

understood by poet
differently
then reader?

Do you rejoice
to see
every part of me,

as I spill words across your page?

Free to be
pure alchemy
mixed by Creator’s quill.

Bubbling with will.

Rephrasing me,
EMBOLDENED be,

speaking full while hushed and still.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Peace

Present places,
present faces,
in the moment here with you.

Touching sunlight,
touching evening,
side by side in all I do.

In comings,
follow goings,
always knowing you have space.

Quiet moments
hectic motions,
anchored inside grace.

Such protection,
unseen deflection,
learning ever to remain.

In the sphere
of your promise,
knowing every tear of pain,

is treasured,
measured,
in the palm of your hand.

Ensuring
your enduring
present peace before me spanned.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Joy

Found in simple spaces
when lights have dimmed to ease
weariness of day from shoulders prone.

In the morning beams
where radiance sings
reserving stage for feathered accompaniment notes.

Shimmers in the shadows
like the fuzziness of heat,
but greats in bells that chime with chirping mirth.

Often hid amid
wide open space
blending with a magic you can not trace.

Given to the few
who look beyond circumstance
to find the lines God painted beneath.

Even when awash,
paying untold cost,
finding treasure hid and hold relief.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Love Is

Something felt and
something done.
An action filled emotion.
Understood
by not a one.

Something that was broken.
Something
to fill its cracks.
Something that’s so human
yet everybody lacks.

Something that is given,
flowing free
from Calvary.
Something overlooked
by lost humanity.

Hell is something’s absence,
a solitude of soul.
Hell on earth
refuses
to give something control.

Something
beyond our passions.
It pushes past our fear.
Something so elusive,
yet need is crystal clear.

Something that lingers,
still present
on our world.
Something that is woven,
into every atom curled.

Something is a someone.
He set the world
to spin.
Yet He made my soul,
To him, I am akin.

Someone who is calling,
wooing
humankind.
Back into arms
that are with something lined.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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When the Kids Are Home

  1. Plush rug of red hues
    Toes settle in to fibers
    Food crumbs giggle felt
  2. Satisfying thunk
    As toys tossed in to trunk
    Sound of spill down hall
  3. Peanut butter smile
    Handprints left on window, wall
    Kiss smells of childhood

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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December Night, Art Highlight

I am excited to introduce you to my second new design of the year. “December Night” was painted in early 2020. The poem was written in December of the same year.

I felt the two belonged together, though I didn’t plan for it when the small original was painted. I chose the first two stanzas of the original poem fit best with the painting.

I have made it available on 72 different products via my Redbubble Shop.

All profits from my art are used to fund future publications and the blog. Thank you all for your continued interest in my writing and art.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Spring Sunday

The passing winter mourned,
as busyness begins.
Remember friend,
dispute the sun
over rushing never wins.

Still, need for peace.
Yet thirst for rest.
Take the day God gifted you.
He knows what man needs best.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

I find myself pressing in to the simple things of life. Constantly reminded that my spirit has been calling for quiet for years, and now that I have it, it shouldn’t be abandoned. I never imagined God would use a pandemic to gift me rest. Despite the pain of isolation, he has helped me flourish in the last twelve months. I write this as my reminder to not forget.

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