Pocket Poems


                                      

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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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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.

Continue reading ...
 

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."




Continue reading ...
 

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!


Continue reading ...
 

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.

Continue reading ...
 

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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Branches

Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, February 12, 2009, In : poetry 


What appears to be a tangled mass of
stripped, stunted, empty branches is
really us, all growing from the same root,
in the same soil, breathing the same air;
all awaiting our resurrection budding when
our nakedness will be clothed and
the tangles of our lives become a
beautiful, breathing canopy of green.


Continue reading ...
 

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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Pray Without Ceasing

Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, December 13, 2008, In : poetry 


When the days are
rushed and pushed with
DO and WHEN and NOW,
prayers go inside me,
muted pleadings in my heart,
heard only by the Spirit
of God's quiet, listening ears.

Continue reading ...
 

Guardian

Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, December 12, 2008, In : haiku 


invited Guest leaves
His calling card where only
the wind can see

(see the cross in the nest?)


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Swaddled

Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, December 9, 2008, In : poetry 


Swaddled, sheltered, bound,
holy family wrapped in palms
an oasis of wonder in a desert of dust.


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Sunrise

Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, December 7, 2008, In : poetry 


Sunrise blooms a
silken palette of pink and gold,
spreads the bright mercy of
another day's forgivness to
the prodigal child,
invited to begin again.


Continue reading ...
 

Sunset

Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, November 29, 2008, In : poetry 



Sunset begs us to believe
in the dawn, as bird shell melts
into azure and deepens into
indigo, so our faith is built
in stages, colors melting,
blending into the dark.


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Pumpkins

Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, November 28, 2008, In : poetry 


Orange or pale,
elongated or engorged,
a family of squash
grown from the dirt
watered and warmed alike
by their green-thumbed
Gardner who has a knack
for growing vegetables.



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Links

Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, November 25, 2008, In : poetry 


Chained by guilt,
I find my way to
anchored mercy
grasping links
of forgiveness.

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Cross

Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, November 22, 2008, In : poetry 


heavy and gray
caught in stone
salvation sparkles
waits
hangs
a talisman of hope

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Brick Walls

Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, November 19, 2008, In : poetry 


Scrambling through
life's maze I pray
for thick brick walls
to block my path
as I pass
through corridors
of choices.

Continue reading ...
 
 

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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Writers information site: www.christwriters.info.

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