
Ode to the Busy

A PRAYER FOR OUR FAMILY
After weeks and weeks of barely being able to write at all, I woke up yesterday at 5am with this:
A Prayer for the Strong
You come to God willing to be an
equal partner. 60-40, even.
“I’ll do the work,” you pray, “Just
show me where to go.”
And you are careful to pray more for
others than for yourself.
And you never, ever complain.
You really try to keep your requests
concise: Serenity. Courage. Wisdom.
But deep within there is the cry of
an anguished teenager, a broken-hearted
child, a damsel in distress.
Perhaps withholding your tantrum isn’t
doing God – or you – or the world –
any favors.
Perhaps you don’t need to fold your desire away
like cotton panties in a drawer.
Perhaps you could stand there, naked, tear-stained,
helpless – allowing raw grace to descend
upon your weary soul.
©2020 – S. Bennett
I hope this finds you well.
Stay #CalmKindCreative
Yours,
By The Way, You Look Really Great Today
So this week I’ve been hosting a little poetry seminar for my niece (age 12) and my nephew (age 10). We get together on FaceTime each day, and we read a poem together and talk about it. Very casual, and a fun way to connect with them.
Yesterday, my niece suggested that we each try to write a poem, and she suggested the theme of “Change.”
Game on.
So here’s what I wrote:
For the Kids
I see that you are different
Much taller than you were.
And something in your eyes –
You seem much more mature.
There’s growing up that’s going on
I’m getting older, too
And what I wouldn’t give for
One more moment with baby you.
© S. Bennett
I gave myself all the #AuntieFeels with this – it totally puddles me up – and I’m happy to share it with you.
Feel free to post it or forward it or pass it around in whatever way feels good. (Just keep the attribution, please : )
Also – I highly recommend poetry writing as a stress-management technique.
Even just a few minutes spent playing around with words calms me down, you know?
Stay #CalmKindCreative.
Yours,
By The Way, You Look Really Great Today
Here’s a short reflection on life’s ups and downs written during a bit of a low point this past fall. I find it oddly comforting.
Even the stars fall.
Ascension is not better.
Descending is not worse.
Depth is good.
And the ride down is a breeze
As soon as you stop telling yourself that it’s not.
The ride up can be breezy, too
As soon as you drop the story about
The ladder and the struggle.
In fact, maybe it’s you who is
Standing still
with the Universe orbiting your perfect self.