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A Lyric, A Poem? A Work in Progress…

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Do you ever write something, and know you’ve got some good words to chase but never quite put it all together? That’s how I feel about the following bit of writing I’m sharing. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be a song lyric or a poem – the lines become blurred sometimes between the two. It needs more work to be ‘finished’ on either account but go ahead, take a read and share your thoughts.

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When the lonely settles in

Like a blanket of fresh snow

Clean and quiet it lays down

To insulate my broken soul

 

When there’s no peace to be found

I’ve learned enough to know

When sweet sadness seeks a friend

That’s when the lonely settles in

 

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I wake with morning light

I’ve made it through another night

But like a promise without end

That’s when the lonely settles in

 

Grief takes me in his grip

Won’t let go out of fear

That I’ll let your memory fade

That I’ll no longer feel you near

Every season has an end

That’s when the lonely settles in

 

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Christmastime

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This one is for you, M.G. Edwards. Merry Christmas!

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I was asked to write a piece about happiness and cheer

With lines of light and love, no grief or despair

I struggled to find the words that led to hopeful rhyme

Could I find no joy to write of here at Christmastime?

 

I dream of snow in mounds, but the sun is shining bright

Hot chocolate without a chill somehow doesn’t seem right

The lawn is decorated with yellow dandelions

Shouldn’t it feel like winter here at Christmastime?

 

Human failings bring to pass all that’s wrong with the world

If I could only return to days before innocence unfurled

Drifts of painful memories slow the rise of a joyful tide

Does my soul have a hope of healing here at Christmastime?

 

Perhaps I need to begin anew, give myself a fresh start

Find the spirit of the season by looking to the heart

What if the miracle I’m looking for is mine?

Is it too much to hope for here at Christmastime?

 

I think I’ll take the chance, look for a star to guide

Seek the hand of God, and in his Son abide

With one baby’s birth, joy and love I’ll find

Tis the beauty of sweet grace here at Christmastime

 

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How does one give a name to something so horrific?

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I will feel this tragedy and it will sit with me,

As I have breakfast with my children tomorrow;

As I drive to the post office to mail Christmas packages;

It will be on my heels as I run on the treadmill at the gym;

It will seep into my meditation, form the tears of my prayers

It will blend into the white noise of music and chatter as my home

Fills with visitors on Christmas morn;

As the laughter of my children echoes through the rooms;

I will feel it and it will sit with me.

 

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