Merry Christmas Strong Mamas!
Christmas is my absolute favorite time of year. The idea that my Heavenly Father would give everything to come and get me always wrecks my heart. It is the greatest love I have ever known, the strongest force of passion and power I have ever experienced. Love came to rescue me, and you, on Christmas.
And yet, I am forgetful.
And very, very busy. Continue reading
This is the final poem in a 4-part series on the concept of AROMAS… (check out the other 3 in the “Poems” section of the home page) and how scents can trigger old things. Good things, bad things, Great Things. If you’ve enjoyed the series I’d love to hear from you!
Your scent is multitudes, plethora, myriad
The wind of summer blowing ocean into my lungs
or buttercup essence against my cheek
strong like a hurricane
and gentle as distant thunder
Your breath is life, animation, resurrection
turning dirt into men and holding the earth in orbit
the flies of summer wade through Your exhalation and dance on its waves and excess
Does perfection have an aroma?
I inhale You, exhale You
Your breath is all around,
loving, protecting, refining, perfecting
And fills me even when
I forget You.