To be a constant
unwavering mass
To last
To hold knowledge
open handed
honestly
To choose a path
and follow through
thoroughly
Never giving up
Never backing down
faithfully
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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Listen to the crowning leaves
Their glory days proceed with ease,
The wind gives to them a voice.
They shout, with shaking leaves, rejoice.
First time snow has run away
Autumn has another day.
Leaves of gold shimmering shine
Their dying days a heaven shrine
They do not weep as down they fall
They lay their royal carpet for all
And all can play in piles of gold
Rich or poor, young or old.
Soon their gold will turn to brown
But in their cries there is no frown
It’s well known they’ve earned their rest
A golden crown marks them as blessed
The first time snow has come and gone
So autumn sings us one last song.
©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2019
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Today I share my reading of the poem ‘Growth’ with all of you.
‘Growth’ is one of the 36 poems in my new poetry collection, ‘Words of Weight’. Now available at Amazon as an ebook and paperback book. Or barrow it with the Kindle Unlimited program.
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‘Linger’
It once roared loudly
With an abandon that belied the ordinary mouthpiece
It once shone with brilliance
And heat
That even the blind couldn’t doubt
It poured torrential waters across thirsty furrows
To quench loneliness’s deep thirst
Time has changed its face
Its roar is now a purr sounded in quiet corners
Its light has deepened
To a soft amber that heats as slow fed coals
Its waters have slipped deep
Locked within rich earth carpeted with green
It is a love that lingers into the beyond dreams
Infusing every breath with trust
Each morning with assurance
Even tears with hope
As fingers curl around each other
Locked in companionship
And gray hairs sprout to sparkle against tired temples
It is a love that lives
©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef
‘Helping Hands’
Hands outstretched
Confession on quivering lips
“I broke it.”
Be it cup or figurine knocked upon the ground
By careless elbows
Compassion leaks from love itself
Dripping into cracks as
Helping hands hold the pieces together
Waiting
Release is gradual
Will it hold? Is it strong?
In the cup of gentleness
When it’s ready
“It’s okay. We fixed it.”
A young soul learns forgiveness
And trust
When asked to place the treasure
Back home
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