Ink

Ink

My fountain pen ran out of ink

leaving the page empty

as I ponder what spills

without pen or paper

only to be written

upon the heart

At times a sacredness

in just sitting with poems

that are never meant for the page

to sing in deep resonance

that purges the busy mind

stringing words together

that will never be spoken

Poem 20-162y

#nebraskathoughtsandlife, #highplainspoet, poetry, spiritual, solitude

Family

Family

 

In chairs on the porch we sat

a quarantine quorum

healing moment

where grace given

 

Love in expression

as wash one another's feet

affirming what God has done

calling forth who we are

 

Rub oil into the creases

callouses of journey softened

the miles tread to get here

miles left to go

 

Sweetness envelopes

the blossom of repair

as receive love given

we rest as a family

 

Poem 20-123W

We did a foot washing as a family.

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Invitation

An invitation from Father

All the meticulous notes

filter everything

build a case

page upon page

Generations worth of files

binds the sins

one generation to the next

crushing weight

Truth if want free

surrender the file

drop the case

burn them

Scoop the ashes

into an urn

as an offering

holy and pleasing

Placed at the foot of cross

Poem 19-327Z

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Breath

                           Breath

                            -i-

Inhale gusto of babbling water on swollen banks

tossed to and fro in Spring's raucous flow

Exhale stale silence of what was

a bier adrift on somber current goes

                            -ii-

Inhale brilliant rays of morning's light

angles that penetrate as waves filling inlets

Exhale life sucking darkness

low tide pulls hard drawing debris

                           -iii-

Inhale joyful sound of child's first gasp

life fills lungs upon day of birth

Exhale grief of miscarriage

cold death of unformed life

                            -iv-

Inhale damp softness

as potter forms clay

Exhale vessel cracked

heat of fire exposes imperfections

19-135A

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Restoration

Restoration

Before Love, Grace, and Mercy

darkness cannot stand

Beauty in what once was broken

fractured place restored

(18-099D)

Author's note: What if Love, Grace, and Mercy are actually beings that fight on our behalf?

Endings

Endings

Somber heart

Aches with longing

What yet can be

Story yet to be told

Each day is a page

Volume of a life

How it ends

Depends on the Source

From which I draw

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-122A)