Sunday, March 13, 2016

Sabbath




We are safe here.
No hurry-up worries may intrude
Because this day and all its allotted hours
Belong to You and Your call.
"Shoulds" and "what ifs"
Make way for strolls
Through the chilly, damp garden,
Where the first tender shoots
Reach for the mid-March sun.

Later, I browse through our bookshelves.
I pick up a poetry book
That I had vowed to read "someday."
I stare at the pages
And the pages stare back
Until the stirrings of unwritten poems
Overtake me,
Because it's safe to be a poet today.

© Judith C Evans 2016

4 comments:

John Evans said...

This poetic composition has left me speechless. You have touched my soul, and Ithink this is a very good thing. Timeless.

Judith C Evans said...

What a nice comment, so heartfelt. Thank you, John, for encouraging me to stay creative!

Life@Cee said...

Reading always fuels the desire to write.

Judith C Evans said...

So true, Life@Cee. Thanks for stopping by!