Browsing Archive: December, 2008
Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, December 30, 2008,
In :
poetry
 it's not too scary, reaching back,
pulling old friends into the future;
feels like rocking chairs on the porch,
like a favorite pair of houseshoes
or a room that stayed just the way
you left it, now filled with
exciting new treasures. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, December 28, 2008,
In :
poetry
Dying without Chist feels
like falling off this swirling planet,
the gravity belt loosening,
midnight darkness fills the eyes
and gleaming far-off stars
become empty hurling rocks
unable to reflect the Son.
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, December 27, 2008,
In :
poetry
 tiny ghost of Christmas past
hangs quietly in my tree,
views the celebration,
papers scattered, stockings emptied,
wonders at how we've aged
and how she's stayed the same.
Continue reading ...
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. Continue reading ...
 My ears shiver;
my nose dribbles;
my teeth quiver;
my fingers shrivel.
Frosty cold
in this wintry weather;
from head to toe
I like summer better! Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, December 20, 2008,
In :
poetry
 Santa Claus is for children who
believe without seeing and
hope against all odds;
who give with joy,
receive with enthusiasm,
never question their worthiness,
and whose dreams are filled
with his coming.
Santa Claus reminds me that
little children receive the
kingdom of heaven while
wise men only visit,
then leave.
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, December 18, 2008,
In :
poetry
 What made the wise men wise
was not their knowledge of
books or stars, but
the kneeling,
pleading
desire to lift
their empty wanting palms
in worship to their King. Continue reading ...
 Joy to the world, we all can sing,
Mouths open wide, our praises ring!
You never know when you pop our tops,
What Christmas cantatas you may unstop.
Fizz the season of jolly noels,
We fill the night with bright jingle bells! (the "singers" are smashed cans!) Continue reading ...
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 ...
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?)
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, December 11, 2008,
In :
haiku
 stripped bare and blowing
cold and perilous shelter
abandoned to the sky
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, December 10, 2008,
In :
poetry
Winter tumbles into town like
a wild-eyed herd of cowboys
fresh off the long, empty plains,
stampeding plastic poinsettias
with chilly-wind bravados
and scattering toy soldiers
with six-shooting sleet. Continue reading ...
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. Continue reading ...
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 ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, December 6, 2008,
In :
poetry
 Evergreen hedge of little apples,
firethorn's bright berries ripen in
autumn and thrive in drought.
When the heart is most dry,
tiny temptations to taste and eat
leave firey stings to scold the
evergreen hedge of memory. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, December 4, 2008,
In :
poetry
 Silver Santa saltshaker
shines in winter sunlight;
sprinkles the season's
supplications with joy.
Colossians 4:6 Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, December 3, 2008,
In :
poetry
 Houseplants grow
dependant on humans
to water, transplant, and
befriend; helpless but
to turn and watch
God's shadow pass.
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, December 2, 2008,
In :
poetry
Only in the dark,
only in the dim
gloom of suffering
can Light be seen,
at the end of the tunnel,
in the crack in the door,
in the manger bed,
the promise of hope.
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Monday, December 1, 2008,
In :
haiku
 festive crystal bowl
merry reds and greens
celebration season arrives Continue reading ...
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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
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