Writing Poems

Writing Poems

I want to give you a gift.
But all I have
are these words.

They don’t seem like much
against all the terrible things
that have happened.
Or will happen.

I don’t know how
to fix all of that-
which is not to say
that I will stop trying.
We are meant to help carry
each other’s burdens.

For now, though,
the only real thing
I know to give
are these words.

Within them
you will find my evolving truth,
which I hope
will reflect
or at least remind you of
your own truth

that lies
beneath the busy-ness,
the brokenness,
the chaos and the fear
in your quietest heart.

It is your own poem.
And it is pure goodness.

 

By Maria Brady-Smith

Photo by Mike Smith

20 thoughts on “Writing Poems

  1. What a beautiful gift to receive on this Christmas morning! Thank you for the calm joy you add to the world.

  2. I found this on Tuesday, December 27, the Feast of St. John the Gospel-Writer and Poet. Thank you. The Truth of the Word, in all its forms, may be the only truth that lasts. That being said, I so appreciate the juxtaposition of photograph and text – nice collaborative effort of two people in respect (and love).

    1. Thank you, Paige. I did not know about this being the feast of St John. I always hope that my words will be a reflection of the Word.

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