Six Word Story (55)

Ordinary. It’s a word we dismiss, and a state of being we overlook. We search for the special spark of the EXTRAordinary. In doing so, we miss so much.

The gift of an ordinary love.
The strength of an ordinary family.
The hope of an ordinary marriage.
The protection of an ordinary house.
The wealth of an ordinary life.
The seeds of an ordinary faith.

For when ordinary built and maintained, storms reveal how it has grown the extraordinary. Don’t cast aside your ordinary.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Cold Toes

Toes, dressed against
cold. Still chilled and damp, remind
movement is a must.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Six Word Story (54)

For healthy development, both emotionally and physically, an infant needs touch. Though many of us hide our longing for intimacy that doesn’t involve sexual contact, adults need touch as well.

A hand to hold. A shoulder to hug. Playful jostling while laughing with friends. These things are important. Give them generously. Receive them gratefully.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Coming About

It’s a difficult thing
coming about.
Shifting position,
turning around.

Humbling questions,
confusion galore.
But brave souls
can also restore

An off kilter compass,
foot steps astray.
Brave hearts holding
pride at bay.

Utter “I’m sorry,”
cry when they pray.
Know, failure
is more than okay.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Six Word Story (53)

Do you ever dig for those hiding morsels? Bits and pieces packed full of flavor and sugar like the chocolate in trail mix, or the chips in a chocolate chip muffin.

I have three kids and one is a gobbler, one is a nibble and one is a picker. It’s fascinating how a simple thing like, “how you eat your muffin,” can show so much of your personality.

Do you savor those small things? Do you gulp them down with ecstasy? Or do you pick at them, unsure if you are ready to partake or afraid to enjoy?

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Six Word Story (52)

Hiding in plain sight. Overlooked common things. Treasures of life, streaks of colour, unexpected smiles.

Simply ridiculous fun. Giggles that bubble in the middle of meetings. Brightly painted tea pots. Flowers planted in cups.

Look for them, they are there.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Calm Snow

A blanket of cold.
Gentle, as it floats from grey
Enclosed sky. Now sleep.

God given layers
cover natures dieing throws.
Dignity at end.

Disintegrating,
a slow giving up of self
back into the web.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Six Word Stories (50)

Have you ever stood in the middle of a snowfall, and just listened?

Our world is so busy there aren’t many places quiet enough to hear snow. But I have been blessed to have lived in one of those places.

It can be hidden by the blowing of wind, but if you just stand and listen to the tinkle of it landing on a waterproof coat. You will hear joy.

The flakes never stay long. You can watch them melt almost instantly as body heat reaches out to their lace like structures.

It’s almost as if they never touched you. But the sound will live in your soul.

This winter, if you can, find a place to listen to the snow. It also sings for you as you walk though its drifts.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Leftover Pizza

Like pizza fresh from the oven
A melding of flavors, a comforting texture
In the moment
Satisfying

Like chilled leftovers,
Tasting every vegetable separately
The kick of cold sauce
Heat of chilled pepperoni
Chewy crust that requires a rip while taking a bite.

Happy memory
An expirience enjoyed
Bits and pieces saved for later
Disected
Understood.

Thank God for leftover pizza.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

Another one just for fun.


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Walking Socks

Holes in socks
Speak of walks.

Wrapped in leather,
Tied up tight.
Perspirations staining fright
And the stink.

Holes on soles,
Or heal,
Or toes,
Tell a tale of travelers’ woes.

A mile farther than planned.
Foot sore still,
Bend to paths commands

Pull them off at end of day.
Wash?
Or simply throw away?

One inside the others fold.
Wadded,
Oder controlled.

Dumped upon the bed at last.
Remnants of times now past.

Crusted with old sweat.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

Just a bit of fun.


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