by suelarkinsweems | Sep 9, 2011 | The Poetry
God bless the children who run in church So excited, they mistake it for a playground God bless the children who laugh in church May they always find such joy in the Lord God bless the children who cry in church May they find it a place of comfort God bless the...
by suelarkinsweems | Aug 26, 2011 | The Poetry
I want to go home Only I can’t find it anymore I return where I started And it It Changed somehow The house is there Some of the people are too… Although more wrinkly than I remember so I try to retrace my steps to see where I mislaid it to see where I got off track...
by suelarkinsweems | Aug 25, 2011 | The Poetry
Saturday I headed out alone for my last long run before the big race in two weeks. The sun was already too high to be starting a long run, and the air was stiff with humidity. As my feet pounded, my mind began to stretch back to a year ago, when my sister Becky and...
by suelarkinsweems | Aug 12, 2011 | The Poetry
If I am not careful I stop letting people in Go deaf to the doorbell Hide Hide Where no one will seek I’m good at this game It is easier, sometimes Than letting others in To perhaps find me They might see me Me Wretched, broken If I am not careful I forget The One who...
by suelarkinsweems | Jul 22, 2011 | The Poetry
Space The openness that invites b-r-e-a-t-h-i-n-g d-e-e-p-l-y Uncluttered by stuff or words I am desperate for more margins Places, room to breathe uncrammed by words I must erase There is no white space left No place to add on margins My mother calls it burning the...
by suelarkinsweems | Jul 8, 2011 | The Poetry
The dusk creeps in Suspended Held between Hot summer day And the cooler night I blink in the still air A flicker Was it? Breath held– I stare. I squint. Then again, A glimmer Against the darkening foliage Yes! Firefly! Breathless Daring not to blink Another...
