Pocket Poems


                                      

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All poems by Sally Clark 

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If you want to keep something close to you,

you put it in your pocket.

Some pockets are deep; some pockets are shallow.

These poems are of the same scope and landscape.

Each one holds a small treasure.

 

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Illustrated by Estelle Corke
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Hushed

Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, July 17, 2009, In : poetry 


Sometimes it seems
the older we get
the more quiet we
crave, listening
more closely
for the call to
come home.

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Hope

Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, July 16, 2009, In : poetry 


a dry dark faith
a wet cool God
        in between
a stone angel
prays

        for things with
              feathers

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Faith's Journey

Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, July 10, 2009, In : haiku 


Faith's journey is
a rocky path littered with
bright blossoms.


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Skinny Dipping

Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, June 23, 2009, In : poetry 
(This post in response to http://highcallingblogs.com/blog/tag/random-acts-of-poetry/)

Naked isn't just
exposed or
undressed or
unclothed.

Naked isn't just
revealed or
threadbare or
bare-skinned.

Naked is a cautious
wading into a
gently lapping sea
of salt tingling
wounds.

Naked is waters welcome
covering,
wrapping about
what is
vulnerable and
loathed.

Naked is saying,
"I'm sorry."
Forgiveness is hearing,
"You're clothed."




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Resurrection Dessert

Posted by Sally Clark on Monday, April 13, 2009, In : poetry 


This, then, is
how we live now -
with every good
and sweet
blessing in life -
His body given
to taste and enjoy -
the One from whom
all goodness flows.


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Run!

Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, April 12, 2009, In : poetry 


Run!
Tell the good news!
Like a child in the sun,
Skip! with feet that are swift
and springing with joy!
Dance!
That all the world might see
the freedom holy blood has bought!
Run!
Do not be slow!
The grave is empty!
The earth alive with
Easter's elation!


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Saturday

Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, April 11, 2009, In : poetry 


Maundy Thursday
Good Friday
Easter Sunday but
no name for Saturday;
no name for this
thorny grief that sweeps
and tears and bludgeons;
no name for such
sorrowful
battering of the heart
and hope.


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Good Friday

Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, April 11, 2009, In : poetry 


The prisoners wait
the blue just beyond
the cool within reach
forgiveness and forever
draped limp upon
a guilting cross.


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Fig Tree Bud

Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, April 7, 2009, In : poetry 


Trust is such a tiny thing,
such a wound-tight-in-hope thing,
such a fearful thing to open up
into the world;
trust is a vulnerable greenness
bursting from Winter's wood,
a heart stretched gingerly towards God,
trusting that He is good.

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Worship

Posted by Sally Clark on Monday, April 6, 2009, In : poetry 


Worship is not so much words spoken,
but an attitude of the heart,
a waiting of the mind,
a silencing of the body;
it is a joyful dance within the soul
that He exists and that He loves.

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Fruits of the Spirit: Love

Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, March 7, 2009, In : poetry 


Round-bottomed, slender-necked,
sun-browned skin, Bosque pears rock
gently together in their shared bowl,
soft-sweet love fruit leaves a strong core
to be planted and grown deep in good soil;
a wholesome white-flowering harvest.

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Silent Night

Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, December 26, 2008, In : poetry 


in the silent night after the labor
hear the night's quiet breathing 
wonder at the world's blessing
feel the worship of heaven.
tomorrow, all things created and creating
will be new.


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Every day has a poem. I watch, I listen, I think, I pray. When I hear a poem, I write it down. Sometimes I find a picture that illustrates the day. I am always surprised. I hope you will be, too.

A writer of many genres, Sally Clark loves living in a small town with her husband where their grown children and five grandchildren all live within walking distance. Crowded with relationships, busy with activities, Sally takes refuge on the balcony of their old Victorian house - the perfect place to pen her thoughts.

Visit Sally's web site at: www.sallyclark.info

Contact Sally at: auslande@ktc.com 

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