Tag: blessings

  • Poem: I Cherish – 01/07/20

    I cherish:
    the wind whipping about my hair,
    the still-bitter taste of sweetened coffee –
    it reminds me life’s not always sweet.
    The taste of crunchy cereal in the evenings,
    the gentle tap-tapping of
    conscientiously-used computer keys.
     
    The welcome inertia of
    remaining in bed long after a nap,
    the loving words spoken to me,
    that from anyone else would be cliché,
    
    a feeling of coming home to
    family after a weekend away,
    their smiles from the couch
    as they greet you warmly,
    knowing that you were 
    and are always wanted,
    it is a fact that will remain.
     
    The solitude offered
    when I simply want to work 
    while being alone
    in the comfort of another’s company,
    
    the powerful sensation of
    breathing, absorbing, 
    into my cold being,
    the warmth of another’s close body,
    
    a hand, a gentle stroke,
    reminding me that my world is 
    quietly amazing.
     
    I appreciate the little things,
    though they can be so often hard to see,
    taken for granted,
    I must force my eyes open,
    willingly breathe these blessings in.
      
    Sometimes we can be
    distracted by things 
    which overwhelm
    and seem of more import,
    
    but I shall share this with you,
    appreciate your life, 
    your blessings –
    I know that I’ve been blinded temporarily,
    but I now know and appreciate
    what I have before me.
     
    Because we must cherish and
    treasure the little things,
    they’re so easy to dismiss,
    to sweep aside and
    complain of petty things,
    or focus on other areas of our lives.
     
    Betroth yourself to the memories,
    the circumstances,
    the power of love,
    of consideration,
    
    and if you cannot,
    perhaps something will appear,
    reminding you of your blessings
    with its intervention.
     
    Perhaps you’ll feel alerted,
    eyes wide open to that
    which is before your very eyes,
    and I wonder, I wonder to myself,
    will we see or remain blind?  
    
    © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. 
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  • Poem: “P.S. I’m still here” – 31/01/20

    Poem: “P.S. I’m still here” – 31/01/20

    P.S. postscript,
    in little hummingbird whispers,
    I’m still here.
     
    Advantageous circumstances finally presenting themselves
    from Heaven’s open hand,
    her palm which begs me to take from her,
     
    I deserve these now.
     
    P.S., she whispers, in airy breath,
    you’ve ached enough,
    no longer will you suffer,
    
    I am here to prove you worthy and kind,
    your tears of tumult disguised in the once-silent study
    where tattered and worn your stoic self became
    
    now, those tears dry, crystallising, salty.
     
    P.S. I whisper
    tentatively
    I am here
    
    Like those words don’t belong,
    I am still here, I repeat,
    enunciated, strong.
     
    I will remain fighting.
    
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    are copyrighted 2019-2020 by Lauren M. Hancock
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