Reminder to self: Look for it.
Look for it…
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When the sons were still toddlers
their eyes would light up when they saw me
at the door and there’d be big grins
on their faces and arms stretched
towards me to wrap around my neck.
And my heart would give a little jump of joy.
The sons are grown now
and I didn’t expect to ever see
again eyes light up at the sight of me.
But yesterday –
My dad’s eyes lit up when he saw me
at the door, and he said, “What a nice surprise!
It’s so good to see your smile again!”
And I ask you:
Is there anything more magical than eyes
that light up when you appear at the door?
-Karen Molenaar Terrell
Samples from the recently published, Adrift, Starlight, by the ever-amazing poet, Xander Terrell (who just happens to have the same last name as moi – what are the odds, right? 🙂 ):
Desire for Fire
If there’s a hell,
do you think there’s room
there for volunteers?
I’m not quite sure
I could bear not burning,
if this “God” ’s other
creatures do,
just for being what
he made them, too.
A Humble Heart
You have
a heart
that should
be heard.
I’m confident
to confide
no one else
knows these words.
Maybe if you stop
being quiet,
we can start
understanding
the silence.
Adrift, Starlight can be purchased here: