Feel yourself in suspense and incompleteness
Limbo in God’s hands—
Knowing His work is slow and deliberate
Drip, drip
Rain against the windows
It sounds like possibility
An infinite combination of pitters and patters.
Relax, unwind
Let your spirit massage out the past hurts and pains;
Trust that they were worth it.
This is slow work, that of God.
The anxiety of the future “working out”,
Has a salty taste to it I believe.
Swirl it around in your mouth,
Spit it down the drain
Let the plan go.
Get in the car, windows down
Warm sun on your forearm.
Admire your present skyline—
Love your present…
Inhale the smells, good and bad.
Look to today,
Romp around in today!
Today might be it…
Hold on,
Let go,
Live boldly and thoughtfully.
Your life is a gift.
A poet who can wield a nail gun!....now there's a combination to be reckoned with..loved the poem and pictures...my favorite picture, the FEMA dog house....also got a smile from Maddy, the pup of today...is that an expectant look or what?
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the pictures of all of you Ladies, you look like you’re enjoying the hard work and a little play as well….I am sure the folks in Naw’lins appreciate all that you are doing….keep up the good work, oh yeah and the good play as well!….we like balance in a person. Barb Kupchak
Traci -- Your poetry blows me away! Please continue. BTW, I looked at the pictures. I'm so proud of y'all and grateful for the work you are doing. I'd say you are finding the essence of New Orleans! Celeste Cotter
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