A potent truth

A potent truth

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

little boys and their joys.

I am the blessed mother of two fantastic (in my humble opinion) little boys, of 7 and 2. This comes, like most things  in life, with rewards and drawbacks. There are many days that the drawbacks seem to far outweigh the rewards, but as the majority of mothers out there will tell you, it's worth it. A toddler especially likes to test the limits of one's sanity, on an hourly basis usually.
I am reminded of these joyous rewards when I hold one of my precious boys and they smile back at me without hesitation. Pure happiness in a single facial expression and I am reassured of my place in the world. Those gorgeous blue eyes and bright little smiles make my heart swell with pure, unadulterated love.
So, I true to wrote a poem to embody this phenomenal depth of emotion. It fails, of course, to capture the depth of feeling I want to convey, but I simply couldn't ignore the urge to attempt it. I hope despite its shortcomings, you enjoy the sentiment behind the piece.

Ode to My Boys

This is my love,
Tangled up in your eyes.
Childish joy I see
Is your toothy smile.
Magnificent blue
Reflecting my joy.
Precocious little boy.

You drive me mad,
Straight up the wall.
No matter the crazy
Still, I love it all.
The tears and pain,
They make the joy sharp.
Laughter sounding like a harp.
-Constance

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Quick!

I haven't a great deal of time to do this today. My eldest son is out of school this week so alone time is a bit more difficult to obtain at the moment. Because of this lack of time I will be leaping right into the poetry.
I chose this piece from some things I wrote a few weeks ago. I liked it best so, here it is on my blog. I hope you enjoy it and find a measure of peace in the lines or more importantly in the Great Comforter, The Holy Spirit, whichever name you choose to go with. He is there after all.

When doubt rolls
Deep in your soul.
A thick fog
Blocking all hope.
Faith holding on
By a thread.
Hope in your heart,
All but dead.
I Am here.

Like thunder
Rolling across the land.
Lightning flashing overhead.
Rain cleansing everything.
I'll hold you.
Offer cleansing comfort.
Awesome love.
Majestic hope.
I Am here.

Waiting.

I Am here.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Responsibility.

I am incredibly sick of people running around doing things for themselves, giving no thought to the consequences that may result from them. Then, when faced with consequences, choose to point fingers or pawn off their involvement! Grow up people! You are not the only person on the planet to be set upon by difficulties, strife, or woe of some sort. This does not excuse you from taking responsibility for any harm you may cause to those around you.
I am by no means saying that one cannot seek redemption and forgiveness, in fact, please do! I encourage everyone to apologize and strive to do better. I too, try to do this. I by no means always succeed in doing so, but I do try. We should all reach for improvement of our characters, shouldn't we?
So, this poem if for the selfish, who go about hurting others and taking no responsibility for it. Get it together or just leave others out of your messy, "me me me" life.

The air around you
Reeks of selfishness,
Thoughtlessness.
Look around you.
So many hurts,
Broken hearts,
Beating in broken eyes.

Reach inside yourself
Touch your own humanity,
Thoughtfulness.
Reach our and touch
Mend those souls.
Go where your sins go.

Responsibility,
Take some-
Have some-
Or leave us all alone.
-Constance

There I have done a little venting. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't maybe next time!