I occassionally write poetry. My first poem that I was really proud of is lost somewhere, but I heard a rumour that it might have been published in a high school yearbook (albeit a year after I had graduated). I will have to search it out someday. Here is a poem dedicated to a mom who made the painful decision to separate. I drove her to a refuge that cold night in 2003.
under my heaven
old season
friday february 28 2003
morning: cloudy gloom
snowflakes created today under my heaven
spiral downward
spinning: senseless circles
growing breeze
not at peace
afternoon: Sun pushed far away
snow crystals freeze harder under my heaven
urgent now
swirl together & swirl apart: marriage interrupted
wind blows faster
not at peace
evening: dusk dies
snow & ice hurl under my heaven
cover my highway
chaos & uncertainty: here
mighty wind rages
not at peace
night-time: crisp moonshine - o that reflected Sunlight!
illuminates ice jewels suspended under my heaven
brilliant dancing diamonds
just for my eyes: here
fading wind
not at peace
saturday march 1 2003
midnight
my children sleep
morning: icy haze dims
the bright lights on opposite sides of the helios: two sundogs vie under my heaven
joined by frozen covenant: faded rainbow rings
proclaim a season of cold
windless
not at peace
and yet i praise God
ecclesiastical seasons under my heaven
sift every activity
love promise
peace promise
i listen i wait
new season
under my heaven
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