A Poem, or maybe two

Today, I thought I’d share a couple of poems that I wrote.

The Silence of a Broken Heart

You may think that the sound of a broken heart

would be one to wake you from your sleep.

That it’s crack would reverberate off the walls

Leaving you startled and breathless.

But no,

This is not the way hearts break.

Hearts break so silently.

Not like the crash of a shattered bowl

Causing heads to turn towards the sound.

Rather the whisper of the pieces

As they fracture apart

Floating and fluttering to the floor

to lay at our feet.

We pick them up one by one

These fragile pieces.

We gather them to us and hold them in our hands.

We carry them in our pockets

Like treasure to be protected.

Time

I sit here in this place called the present.

This place that is now.

I have told myself that I must live this way,

One day at a time is the old cliché.

And yes, this is so,

It is the way we must live

If we are to survive this wretchedness of loss.

We live in the now so we are not overwhelmed

By the past and the future.

And yet, even here in this place of the present

The past and future seep in,

Trickling into our thoughts and our hearts.

The past is such a contrary friend,

One minute filling us with warm memories

And the next with regret.

The memories we carry with love into the present.

And the regret? A destructive force that we dare not entertain.

The future that sneaks in to our thoughts?

What do we do with this fragment of time?

It drifts through the air like wisps of thistledown.

The future holds the unknown.

It can’t be measured.

What do we do as we sit in the present

While the past and future swirl around us,

Finding their way in?

We go to the one who holds them all in his hands,

The one who occupies every moment,

And who holds us in his righteous right hand.

We go to God,

The possessor and creator of time.