The poet
catches words
as they float by
and fits them
together
as in a
puzzle
to piece
meaning
into her life
© 2014 Julie Clark
Life
Catching the Wind
Something new was birthed in me
or maybe a small flicker of flame
caught the wind
I did not plan it or expect it
it just began to grow
from a seed planted
who knows when or where
It is like that sometimes
I mean to go this way
but end up going that way
or something small
becomes something of great importance
I guess that is what it means
to be lead by the breathe
of a Holy Wind
instead of rigid and set
No room to grow and reshape
if the clay becomes hard and dry
No worries if that happens
God has his ways to
soften us up again.
© 2014 Julie Clark
Face to Face
We will never be completely whole
while we are in our bodies
but we can help ease each other’s pain
when we love one another
Tastes of heaven along the way
given in various forms
depending on the gift and giver
spur us onward with healing and hope
The homesickness deep within
will always pull us towards our origin
to the day when we will be reunited
face to face with Love
May we let love grow and have it’s way
choose it every day, every chance we get
preparing in advance for
that glorious reunion
© 2014 Julie Clark
Where is Ruth?
Where is Ruth?
It is hard to say
Love has grown cold
Now she is hiding away
Violence in the streets
The children cry
The strong take little notice
While the helpless die
Mercy is her sister
She has all but disappeared
without the both of them
It is Ruthless, as we feared
© 2014 Julie Clark
(Ruth means compassion. As I reflect on the shocking violence in Gaza I wonder how the world allows compassion to be so overrun by ruthless leaders. How easily we forget that violence brings more violence. If we live by the sword, we will die by the sword. The end never justifies the means. They are one. May God have mercy on us all!)
Categories: Gaza, God, Life, Love, Peace and Reconciliation, Poetry
Tags: children, compassion, disappeared, love, mercy, Ruth, Ruthless, violence
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Healers
They are gifted.
Connected creatively
to Creator
in various ways.
Using minds,
eyes, ears, hands,
and heart
to bring Loves touch
to the sick,
the hurt,
the traumatized.
Thanks be to God
who folded healing
into creation
to be discovered
and used to love
His beloved,
each one of us.
Why do we think
our culture’s forms
of healing are the only
or the best?
Fear of the unknown
perhaps.
Grateful to find
unexpected
gifts of healing for
my body and soul.
© 2014 Julie Clark
All There
It was all there
down at the beach today
we were hushed and in awe
at the glory in the rain
and in the sun
glory in the forest
and in the sea
glory in the fresh air
filling our lungs
in the wind
sweeping by
glory in the bright blue sky
and the deep dark clouds
glory in the walking
glory in the heron
chased into flight
by a pair of labs
glory in our pup
running back and forth
and glory
in the bald eagle
swooping near
© 2014 Julie Clark
Wedding Poetry Reading
These are the four poems I read at Nathan and Sarah’s wedding this last Saturday in Dubach, Louisiana. The first I wrote for Michael and Analia’s wedding in Tarija, Bolivia in 2009. The second I wrote for Suzie and Lich’s wedding on Whidbey Island in Washington State in 2010. The third I wrote when Nathan and Sarah were about to graduate from Tien Shan International School in Kazakhstan in 2009. The final poem was written in 2014 especially for Nathan and Sarah’s wedding.
Love is a choice I make today
Oh joyous day finally arrived
Long waited for dreams come true
Songs filling the air and our hearts
We choose love today.
The dance begun with timid steps
Continues on ever stronger
Each step uniting us closer together
Oneness and unity belong to us
We choose love today.
Each new day will come
Some with joy, some with pain
Love is patient
Love is kind
Remember the ancient words
They are life
Strong medicine when the heart feels sick
Love is a choice we make each day.
© 2009 Julie Clark
The story began
Long before you opened your eyes or breathed your first breath
Love has always been
In the Ancient Circle of Three
As the nature of love is to grow and be given away
It will never diminish, but multiply from generation to generation
As each new set of lovers take their place in the dance,
Unique in wonder and glory,
They replay the original heartbeat of the universe in their steps
It’s true
Our wildest and best dreams
Love is at the center
Not perfected in us yet
We see only dimly through a glass
But each choice to love brings closer the time
When love will rule the day
And there will be no more darkness
No more night
So take your place young lovers
Follow the wind of the Spirit
Who will lead you on
Choose love each and every day
For one another and for all those who enter your circle
As surely as the sun rises each day
The world will be brighter and lighter
Because you two have joined the dance
© 2010 Julie Clark
Love Has Time (Fridge Poetry)
Love has time
For summer music
Playing magically
Like moonlight
Bouncing upon the night
Love has time
To wait
For blossoms in their buds
To spread forth into the light
And say “I am here in all my glory”.
© 2009 Julie Clark
Who knew?
That waiting would take this long?
That your lives would weave together again
Who knew?
That your hopes and dreams had to die and be buried?
That a surprise resurrection was coming?
Who knew?
That there were tender eyes watching?
That there were strong hands guiding and weaving?
Who knew?
That you would be invited to join together in the great dance of love?
That you would hear the invitation and say yes?
Who knew? God knew and now we all know!
Let the source of all Love teach you now how to love one another.
© 2014 Julie Clark
A Single Thread
What seems tentative to me
A single thin thread of hope
May be fortified with unbreakable titanium
It may be just enough
to hold through a lifetime
I only see through a glass dimly
There is so much more
beyond my vision
at work in this universe
© 2014 Julie Clark
A House Called Hope
If I could build a house today
I would call it Hope
Despair has knocked my walls down
again
I have to start over
So easily I am leveled
So easily I let go
of the Strong Hand
Now I bow low
I cannot build this house alone
I have no tools
no knowledge of construction
I look at my hands
empty
yet
I see the Strong Hand
underneath
holding mine up
open to receive
© 2014 Julie Clark
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