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Book Sale!!

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Not just one book sale, but TWO!

I’m so excited to finally be releasing the second book in the ‘Hope Is Here Collection.’ In celebration of the release of the first book, ‘Our Road To Trust’ is on sale for the next two weeks!

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Buy: Our Road to Trust
Buy: How We Love Them

These sales are for the ebook formats for each book, but the paperback options are also available if desired.

Tuesday is also my BIRTHDAY!

Every year, I celebrate with a sale. So here is my gift to you, my readers! You can enjoy the ebook version of each of my poetry collections for just 0.99 cents for the next week.

If you enjoy poetry of all kinds, these books are a must!

Buy: The Branch That I Am
Buy: Words of Weight
Buy: Branches in Bloom
Buy: Calculated Hesitation

Branches in Bloom, Forthcoming!

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My third poetry collection is on its way and I’m so excited to share it with all of you.

Branches in Bloom

Poems to bridge the gap between soul and nature in this ever evolving modern world.

In “Branches in Bloom” let language draw you closer to the nature you crave in this collection of 57 poems that wander through rhyming forms, haiku, and free verse styles.

Join the poetess as she explores the four seasons, creatures, and highlights experienced moments steeped in creation.

The ebook pre-order is live across most retailers with a release date of August 1st.

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Paperbacks will also become available over the next few weeks. Thank you all for following my writing journey. I look forward to hearing your feedback on this new collection in August.

Are you an ARC reader of poetry? A blogger or reviewer? Would you like the opportunity to read an early release copy of “Branches in Bloom” and leave an honest review? Please contact me via the contact page. I look forward to hearing from you.

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Six Word Story (114)

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There are worlds of perception above us and worlds of perception below us. We walk across them, hide under them, and forget that our height only shows us one view.

Crouch down low and realize your lawn is a jungle ready to be explored, and the tree canopy above hides homes that are just as important.

It’s a brave thing to explore where you have never been before. It’s also brave to experience newness in surroundings you thought you had memorized like the back of your hand.

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Six Word Story (113)

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Have you ever come back to something or someplace from your past and found it just as it was before, but to your grief, you no longer fit there?

it can be a shock. We might even deny its ys that have changed and insist it’s everyone and everything besides us. Sometimes there is truth to that, but usually, we have changed far more than we realize.

This is a good thing. It’s a normal, and healthy thing to change. It’s also important to go through that release of what was and even grieve for it for a time if we need to. That pause is part of the adventure.

Let yourself look back, remember, even return to that shell and sniff around. But, please, never stay there. Realize that it’s important to move on again after that visit. Make note of those things you miss, and count them as blessings, for they helped you grow into what you are today.

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Hope like Cold Fury

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She took my anger
And flew away
So now, I can finally pray

She was God’s Grace
Before I asked
He gave it through her winging blast

Hidden in
My seeking brush
Hope is His, my fears to crush

He knows my needs
Before I call
This is His story after all

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Hope like Cold Fury was written to accompany the painting by the same name. The original painting by Mary Grace van der Kroef is Sold.

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Six Word Story (97)

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Life is a grinding down of moments, of mass.

Nature takes those fragments and transforms them into something new.

This happens with people too, physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

It’s so hard to see past the decay, the destruction.

But if we are brave enough to try, if we trust God has a plan in the middle of grief, we will be shown immeasurable beauty and potential.

He made nature this way for a reason after all.

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Some say Mother Earth and Father Sun. If that is so, then I see Earth as the flirtatious one.

She dances through the nether in living finery of every shade.

I wonder what the rest of the galaxy thinks of her?

She is far from the most powerful. But she is a home, a place to rest.

She is neither tame nor safe. Even so, we cling to her for dear life, pressed to her bosom.

Father Sun is ever her constant companion, unmoving. He lets her dance. Ever patient.

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Out of the sustaining cycles of life, the water cycle is one of my favorites to think about.

Every drop in the ocean would once have been rain that every flip of a fin stirs, and every current shares with the whole earth.

The beauty of our word is memorizing.

I see intent and intricate planning in its design. This belief doesn’t make me afraid of science, as some people think of those who are religious. No, it lends me a joy as I contemplate the puzzle pieces.

But I am also a dreamer, not a scientist. Still, the thought of ‘what if’ pulls at my heart, maybe close to the same way as it would for my calculating brothers and sisters?

What would it be like to ride those vapors?

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There is a beauty like no other when it rains, each drop its own little world until it touches down.

What must it be like to be separate as you fall to be broken apart across pavement? Never ceasing to be what you are, but to have your world change so drastically as you slide down hill, finding a crack and joining the soil. Remaining what you are, but also changing.

What must it be like to touch down upon the sea and join an uncountable multitude of life? Something with sound and molecules invisible and unheard by the human world?

That fall, that union, vital to our existence. Without it? We wither.

Each single drop, so important.
But alone, never enough.

Only embracing togetherness of different kinds does water nourish life.

…like people…

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Six Word Story (81)

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We have learned to fear silence.

The loneliness, the lack of progress.

When we learn to stop our chatter, pause our industry, we will hear what lays underneath what we fear.

The beat of our hearts, the breath of life, the creaking of growth, the groaning of decay.

When we sit with that thing, we fear, we learn what life really is.

In the learning we find new ways to sing and build around silence.

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