Poem for my Niece

When Does God Love You?

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When you were born and all brand new
When there were things you could not yet do
God knew your heart and He loved you when
He wrapped you as a gift in your beautiful skin

When you would cry and knit your brow
When your screams and fits went on for hours
God knew your heart and He loved you when
He filled your lungs with living breath

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When you grow tall and your hair grows long
When your feet run miles and your voice sings songs
God will know your heart and He will love you when
You may distrust and not even believe in him

When does God love you Jayla?
Before time began
While the sacrifice was given by the saving lamb
And soon when he comes on glory to this earth once again
He loves you forever, Just as we do,
Our prayer and our hope is that you’ll love him too.

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Sudden Awareness

Everything’s the same:
unkempt rooms behind closed doors
call to your sparkling foyer, as they do;

undone assignments marking a strewn timeline
call to your sense of order, as they do;

untouched books from abandoned shelves
call to your diverted eyes, as they do;

Yet today, you hear their urgency.
Today, you know their worth.
Today, you note the distance from your last breath to your first.
Today, you find value in carefully wasted time.
Today, you learn “repent” simply means to change your mind.

Everything’s the same:
unchanged hearts beat, as they do,
but today’s sudden awareness changes everything for you.

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Wednesday Poetry Prompts 195:
Write a sudden poem.

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Composed on the iPhone Blogger app while lounging in bed.

April PAD 12: Something Blank

SOMETHING BLANK
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Something blank
captures stares:
you’d peer beyond
smooth nothings,
drawing dreams,

penning verses,
carving worlds
from your thoughts.
you rehearse
probable futures

and sometimes
curse the page.


remember, something
blank always stares
back with limitless
possibility and potential.


Prompt: Write a poem entitled “Something ________”

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I used the prompt literally and wrote about a blank page. Have you thought of a blank page’s potential even when it seems to be mocking your writer’s block?

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I was inspired by the #usesofwhitespace conversation on the new Google+ layout. I like that it opens up the page and gives it some breathing room. Blank spaces do not always need to be filled, but it is nice thinking that they can be filled.