The Poetry of Life

Yearning

Thunder rumbles in the background as the morning slowly wakes.

Darkness giving way to light, muted and soft

As the sky hovers low to the ground.

Clouds,

Waiting for their cue,

To release the nourishment contained within.

Then it begins, rain like tears pour from the heavens.

Having released their burden

The clouds become light.

Streaming through my window

Revealing the corner of my world.

More Than Words

When most of my friends were reading Nancy Drew I was infatuated with Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning. I was most likely the only kid to peruse that musty old section of my local library. Unfortunately this love for poetry didn’t remain a mainstay of my life. Like so many things it was a passing fancy. And yet, when I do seek out poetry I find it speaks to my soul in a way prose generally does not.

I’ve never studied poetry nor do I know the structure and style of poetry. I just like the rhythm and the feel I get from a beautiful phrase or perfectly placed word. There is a soul to poetry that differs from prose. I think it is one of those, you either get it or you don’t kind of things. I kind of get it. And I want to read and learn more about it.

Life is like poetry to my soul. Certain things resonate and I recognize the beauty; I feel a connection to something beyond me. I can’t always identify what that something is, but I know it when I feel it. The words I choose to express myself are an example of these things. When I write, and the words flow into a phrase that makes my heart skip a beat. I know in that moment that I have tapped into the divine and I am connected to my Creator. All I have are gifts from Him.

Until tomorrow, may you find that thing that helps you connect to God and find your inner peace.

~Sheryl