Trumpet Vines And Time

Trumpet_Vine

how the
trumpet vines
grew on the wall
of my mother’s home
glorious
like her faith
her unconditional love
when God said
“It’s time . . .”

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The pictures are courtesy of wpclipart.

Trumpet Vines filled a wall of my first home.  I always love seeing them bloom, and saw them again recently.  They inspired this poem for my mother, which was published in Bell’s Letters Poet 125 (2011).

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soon the light ~ decades of faith

The sky is night but soon the light will change and grow towards sunrise.  For years, I’ve been reading The Psalms and they now contain many layers of memories, while still new.  They go back to my earliest memories in church: Create in me a clean heart O God…

Songs in the night.  Losses and new life.  Letting go to be able to keep growing.

Keeping my loved ones who were called Home close to my heart.  Happy, because they would want no less.  Surely took time.  One day at a time.

decades of faith
renewed each day
lilacs in the night