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Will I?

 

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If I listen

I will hear a variety of

Chirps, tweets and caws

Outside my window

The motors become background

To the symphony

If I listen

 

If I look

I will see the flowers

In the trees

The vibrant colors

In the garments swishing by

The mouths turning into smiles

If I look

 

If I smell

I will catch the aroma

Of spices in the air

The curries being prepared

The jasmine and frangipani

Dominating the fragrance of the path

If I smell

 

If I taste

I will savor the fruit and yogurt

In the lassie

The spices in the biryani

The ginger in the strong

Milky tea

If I taste

 

If I touch

I will feel the texture

Of the rich colorful fabrics

The weight of the children

In my lap

The cool tiles on bare feet

If I touch

© 2016 Julie Clark

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Advent: Peace

Prepare the way

prepare the home

prepare the table

prepare my heart

Fix those potholes

line the streets with

flowers and lights

Clean every corner

dust and sweep

gather and hunt

Fill the house with

color and fragrance

flowers and fruit

to center the table

 

Now the hardest part –

my heart

Dark and dusty places

replaced with light and

fragrance from hidden

fruits sown and grown

the greatest is love

centering all

 

In that clear night sky

long ago

the angels could not contain

the joy

and sang of peace

the world is yet longing for

Where will this peace be found

if not first in our hearts

cluttered with care and

discord

Prepare ye the way

© 2013 Julie Clark

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A Mattress on the Floor

A mattress on the floor

Will do for a while

It opens up the world

For life and adventure

I would miss

If I insisted on sleeping

Only in my own room

With my elevated

Queen size mattress

Off the floor

 

I would have missed

So much bustle and activity

Being available

To hold a new-born baby

Colors bursting forth

In fabrics, faces and flowers

Handing out fresh bread and water

To the hungry and the thirsty

 

Yet, I am starting to miss

That elevation

And the tranquility

Of familiarity

Discerning the times and seasons

Is important now

Before I wear too thin

And have little to give

I believe it is time to move

Back off the floor

 

© 2012 Julie Clark

 

 

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