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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Empty Footsteps

A trail of empty footsteps
all around is whiteness new
in those empty footsteps
are all my thoughts of you

In the softest flakes
that drift on breath to earth
I hear lilting whispers
reminding me of worth

Worth that can’t be measured
worth that won’t decrease
worth that’s my inheritance
it offers up release

As the empty footsteps
fill with weeping snow
again I am reminded
it’s you who truly know

Every longing fault
every triumph found
all mishandled
moments that abound

Before my earthly birth
before the turning age
you knew my entirety
including my backstage

No longer empty footsteps
we both are now abrim
tears of quiet gratitude
as I rims of puddles skim

© 2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Six Word Stories (6)

Empty. Slowly I am learning it is not something I need to be afraid of. It offers the choice, “What will I fill myself with?”

The last 5 years have also seen my need for silence grow. It whispers to me, “Come and simply be.”

In that silence, in my emptiness, I glimpse things that I never had the time to understand before. The goodness, the glory, the magnificence, the creativity of the God I love.

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

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He Keeps Me

I asked the Lord to keep me brave
Hold my chin above the wave

Lend me strength to tread the line
Close my mouth to deadly brine

Whether rescue comes for me
Or in death, I am set free

I asked the Lord to keep me brave
As I swim above the grave

Not a promised morning sun
Still, I know that we have won

He owns night as well as day
At my side, I know He’ll stay

I asked the Lord to keep me brave
Or to despair I would be slave

Though I’m weary of the waves
I thank the Lord he keeps me brave

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

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Six Word Stories (5)

Sometimes a soul just needs to be quiet, alone with self.

Alone without the noise of the world blaring in ones ears, maybe that soul can understand itself.

Why is self sometimes one of the most difficult things to understand?

Sometimes you have to find peace with not filling understanding. Take a break from looking inward and breath out.

I see the hand of God in the nature around me.

I can hear him, in the drops of water from an icicle. When I hear him, I thank him.

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Six Word Stories (4)

The words I write every day are so often about how I am feeling in the moment. Sometimes I feel strong, sometimes I feel vulnerable, sometimes I am unsure what I am feeling.

I try to understand all my emotions and cherish them.

Weather I am happy or sad, the ability to feel at all is a gift I am thankful for.

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

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Six Word Stories (3)

A collection of six word stories.

Fog might obscure our path from time to time, but I am choosing to remember the path is still there and won’t move.

Not only that, but mist is proof of the moisture that hangs in the air. The proof of life giving water. Proof of the cycle that water takes from lake to atmosphere and back again.

Freedom to make that choice is the key, isn’t it? We are all giving ourselves to something or someone. May it ever be a free choice.

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©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Six Word Stories (2)

My second small collection of six word stories.

Sometimes I search for a photo to match the words rolling around in my head. Sometimes I see a picture first, and it speaks to me.

I am trying to teach myself to find words and emotions in places picture that do not always naturally speak to me.

What about you? Do you find words popping up as you look at these images? I would love to know what they are. Let me know by leaving a moment.

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

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The Painter Reigns

God, do you paint the day?
Splash the colours for our play?
What about the bluest Jay?
Did you smile on his making day?

God, do you paint the light?
Bounce it off the moon just right?
Give us shadows, darker night?
Fireflies to ease our fright?

God, do you paint each life?
Murals filled with pain and strife.
Canvases scraped by a knife,
To add an edge, depth and life.

God, did the oils stain?
Your hands, feet, marks to gain.
Shows you as the artist reigns.
Would you paint this world again?

God, are you finished yet?
Do you over details fret?
Start again, while paint still wet?
Time to let the colours set?

What will the painting be,
When you’re done with all of me?
When you’re done, will we be free?
Then maybe we could all agree…

Thank you for this painted day.
Despite the pain, the delay.
In the end, you’ll have your way.
True colours put on full display.

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020