In lieu of the card I did not send

/ marydpierce

Please accept this poem.
I wrote it with best intentions
a miracle in making, as all things made in earnest are
when thought finds a willing receptacle.

Instead of tidying the house
I spent days searching for words.
Meaningful words that dribbled
agonizingly slow,
or flew above my head
in the manner of teasing birds
whose waggling feathers I snatched
when I could.

I set it before you now
as the welcome mat to my heart —
Come in. I love you. Let us share in Grace.

21 thoughts on “In lieu of the card I did not send”

  11. Oh, thank you, Michelle. I did have a lovely, though unusually frigid, holiday season. I miss my writing, too. I need to do it more. Time and silence and paper enough to make mistakes…. xoxo

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