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I will not be participating in National Poetry Month, as I have for the past 13 years. My muse says “no”. I say “no.”

April is a mystery. I pray I do God’s will, not mine.

“But let your ‘Yes’ be ‘Yes,’ and your ‘No,’ ‘No.’ For whatever is more than these is from the evil one.” (Matthew 5:37, NKJV)

“For all the promises of God in Him are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us.” (2 Corinthians 1:20, NKJV)

“But above all, my brethren, do not swear, either by heaven or by earth or with any other oath. But let your “Yes” be “Yes,” lest you fall into judgment.” (James 5:12, NKJV)

I am parked in a particular spot, literally, and with the morning came a strange quiet. The world is far from quiet, no matter the location. Deep within, a thirsty sea awaits; for what, I don’t know; only that I am parked, and can neither reach nor survive water.

If a church can’t do it, what can?

If trials can’t do it, what can?

If nations can’t do it, what can?

If health can’t do it, what can?

If illness can’t do it, what can?

If destruction can’t do it, what can?

If death can’t do it, what can?

If life can’t do it, what can?

If words can’t do it, what can?

If silence cant do it, what can?

If a mother can’t do it, who can?

If a father can’t do it, who can?

If a sibling can’t do it, who can?

If a friend can’t do it, who can?

If a neighbor can’t do it, who can?

If a therapist can’t do it, who can?

If an offspring can’t do it, who can?

If a spouse can’t do it, who can?

If no one can do it, who can?

JESUS CAN!

JESUS WILL!!

BECAUSE JESUS DID!!!

Today, I park.

John 5:1-16, NKJV

The saddest of this text are the last two verses.

“The man departed and told the Jews that it was Jesus who had made Him well. For this reason the Jews persecuted Jesus, and sought to kill Him, because He had done these things on the Sabbath.”

He rode a colt

Palms at his feet

Oh Jerusalem

How He loved you

He knew then

All that was in

The hearts of men

Oh Jerusalem

How He still loves you

I love to laugh

It does me good

There are those

Who don’t think I should

I love to weep

Some say I ought not

To weep in public

Maybe they think they will catch what I got

I have a sign

At the end of my stair

It tells me to laugh

Every time I go near

So every night I check to make sure

Then I pray I shall laugh

I know it’s a temporary cure

Then I weep for all those

Who never will know

The source of all my tears

Are my joys and sorrows

“A merry heart does good, like medicine,
But a broken spirit dries the bones.” (Proverbs 17:22, NKJK)

“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” (Revelation 21:4)

image my own

When one has

No audience

Does it matter?

I think this may

Be freedom

Maybe words

Now can scatter

Across fields, hills

Oceans, rivers

Marsh, dry land

Wherever they land

No more in my hand

“So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth; It shall not return to Me void, But it shall accomplish what I please, And it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it.” (Isaiah 55:11, NKJV)

Quiet is the day

Elixirs cloud her head

Honey tea

Ginger root, garlic

A ruse to “yummy”

She wouldn’t Door-dash

Or pay a tip

On purpose

Silence evokes voices

From every angle

A puzzle sits before her

Where pieces

Refuse to fit

The day will pass

The cold may cure

Will the Voices?

It rained

Then was dry

Snow floated

From the sky

Shadows settled

Light filtered

Soon night

Will sprinkle

Stars we know shine

Even though darkness blind

Our eyes

To the light

Always glowing

Yet far from sight

Rain came

Not as we were told

Skies are still gray

Some continue to grow old

Mourning doves never came

No Janitor in sight

Does that explain why

Rodents are an endless fight?

March winds blow

Nothing else to say

Seems they waft quite slow

Have a nice day

I need give no explanation, so I write as courtesy, not obligation. There are those who have been with me from the beginning, and still find me complex. If it shall bring you any consolation, know I am more of one to myself than you.

Then there are they who showed up somewhere in the middle. Still, I continue to see new names appear, and with each, rue the first word I spoke or wrote. I pray for them, even now, and if I knew the hour of their death, I would pray then.

March winds still blow, and April soon will be upon us. This spring, which begins at 10:46 EST, I may (not a promise) skip my norm. I may write words here, or not. Those who follow and read, know. Those who do not, have access to thirteen years to the previous 13 years, if they choose to know.

Some write about clouds, stars, and wind. Others write about crosses, blood and sin. Perhaps they all write the same. I don’t really know.

I’m glad I was a mommy, then a momma

When I was a mother, I could be such a bother

A mother wears a suit of armor, not a smile

Always on the prowl for who is pure or defiled

A wife can add much strife

When two spouses crave one life

Two siblings, blood and years set apart

Both sealed in one mother’s heart

But I know it was another’s sacrifice

That chose me to be a Myma

Now may be time for brand new attire

I’ve read stories that start at the end

As well as end where the first page begins

To make a long story succinct

I now choose to relinq-

Uish all words to rest

For if God knows what is best

For thou, for thine, for thee

He knows what is best for me

And today I’ll be as happy as I can possibly be

For I know who He is that set me free

I can’t tell you

I wish I could tell you

I will show you

I meant to say it yesterday

I’ll tell you tomorrow

I’ll never tell you again

I’ll say what I want

No, silence is my only friend

Don’t go yet

I have one more thing to say

Jesus is the life, the truth, and the way

“How do you surely know?” you ask

Because what God does endures forever

And every good and perfect gift

Is from above no matter

If I choose to accept, deny or ignore

Jesus is my Lord and Savior

Not a two-way open door

Let me tell you with a story

Perhaps a riddle or a poem

Maybe you like lyrics

With simile and metaphor

Some relate to sarcasm

Whatever your cup of tea

I’ve poured it out and watched it

Cascade down on humanity

Jesus said and did the same

When He walked upon this earth

And still some chose to not believe

And nailed Him to a cross

Well, it’s true, I won’t deny

I’ve done all to some

Unaware selfish, unloving ways

Caused many a disgruntled groan

Today I got what I didn’t expect

A heart that’s flying free

One root of bitterness now gone

In Christ, my hope, my liberty

“I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that people will fear before Hiim. (Ecclesiastes 3:14, NKJV)

“Looking carefully lest anyone fall short of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up cause trouble, and by this many become defiled;” (Hebrews 12:15, NKJV)

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.” (James 1:17, NKJV)