Healing Heart (a poem)

Poet’s note: I published this poem on 4/4/17.  I want to share it here, as well.  If you are looking to read more of my poetry, please feel free to check out https://www.poemhunter.com/julie-a-smith/.  I publish additional poetry there that is not all published on my personal blog.

I broke up with you
exactly one month ago.
I had peace with my decision,
but I didn’t want to hurt you.
But then you hurt me so badly.

It was an amazingly amicable break-up.
We both agreed that it was for the best.
You even said how you likely
would have broken up with me
in a few days since you felt that way, too.

But then I couldn’t believe that you
unfriended me on Facebook
a few days after our break-up.
You never told me
and left me to find out the hard way.
We had been friends for years.
Ten to be exact.
I could not believe that you would do that,
and then totally freeze me out
and cut off communication entirely.
I am definitely not perfect,
but I deserve better than that.

Makes me wonder
about being friends with guys.
Sometimes it is harder than being friends with girls
for obvious reasons.
I let you in
which I don’t always do
with guys
and it ended up
seriously harming a friendship
and hurting my heart.
Alas, I have a glimmer of hope
that there is still a guy out there
who will treat me tenderly
and cherish my healing heart
but sometimes that seems
so far away.
But maybe
one day
sooner rather then later
that vulnerable hope
will come true.

Stuck in the Mud (a poem)

I feel so stuck in the mud.
It is disheartening.
I tell myself
to move on
to let go
to have hope
and to love again
but those things
are easier said then done.
Rejection takes such an ugly toll.
Fiery darts to your soul.
Part of your heart feels forever wounded
and the healing is so painfully slow.
So tired of this world.
Guys want a girl’s body
but that can destroy her heart.
I wish more guys
were walking in honor and seeking
a woman worth waiting for
rather than pleasure for the moment.
But some things should be sacred
and in a lifetime commitment.
Marriage is a sacrament,
but society mocks the holy
and people of faith
and that makes me
want a revival of passion
and purity.
Maybe my guy is out there
amidst the billions of people
in this world.
But he keeps passing me by
and thus the longing in my heart
makes me cry.

Newborn Daughter

The mother looks down

and tenderly smiles.

She reaches out

to stroke a stray lock

of wispy brown hair

on her newborn daughter’s head.

Her husband sighs with contentment

and radiates

a megawatt smile

full of love and warmth

and joy.

He touches his wife’s back

with a touch of adoration

and affirmation.

“Faith” they both whisper

in unison.

Their newborn daughter’s

chosen name

is full of promise

of their spiritual hopes

and dreams for her.

She is their joy.

She is their pride.

She is their daughter.

The special bond

that they share

is a blissful moment

when it feels like

Heaven actually comes down

and touches earth.

True bliss.

 

Majestic Nostalgia: The Drive-In (a poetic tribute)

Drive-in Nostalgia (clip art)

The majestic nostalgia

of the drive-in

calls out

to a place

in history

that is vanishing.

That makes me sad.

It is

a special place

where families and friends can

enjoy

movies on the

big screen

in the summertime and fall

in the crisp

night air

with popcorn in hand

and contentment in their heart.

There is

something

so beautiful

and pure

about a drive-in,

and I hope

that they last

into the future

for many years to come.

 

Love is the Hope

The girl has a
hopeful heart.
Tired and forlorn
but still beating,
still prayerful,
and still seeking lasting love.
Love is the hope
of her.
Time smiles
and seasons come and go
for the girl
but she sees a future
in the distance
brighter than her current moments
and glistening with a golden sheen
like the sun and a thousand brilliant lights.
Love is the hope
of beautiful moments.
She is not backing down
from faith.
She is not giving up
having trust in her God
and His good hand
of provision for her.
Love is the hope
of God’s faithfulness.
Love beckons in the distance
still to be found and embraced
and toward that distance
she will go.

Love is elusive

Feeling forlorn

and forsaken.

Love is

elusive,

a mist that seems to

vanish

or a shimmering beautiful mirage.

Looking for substance

and commitment,

I find

lack.

Lack of love.

Friendship love abounds,

but my heart

longs for romantic love,

hand holding,

kissing,

sunsets,

and shared magical moments.

Commitment

is a beautiful word,

but I wonder

if I am the only one

who thinks that is true?

Seeking a man

who will commit to me

in spite of fear

and who thinks that I

am amazing in spite of all my faults

is my most vulnerable and cherished hope.

Love and commitment meet.

 

 

“A Beautiful Flow” (Poetry)

Sun Pillar“A Beautiful Flow”

She is searching for
a beautiful flow.
Two a.m.
and she feels inspired
even though
she really should be sleeping.

As the mountain creek
flows placidly along
the path
adorned by wildflowers
with purple hues
and soft sweet petals,
so she longs for
hopes
wants
and
can’t help but desire
a beautiful
sweet
harmonious
flow
to her
life.

As the sun
sends its
golden rays
perfectly
down
to the trees,
meadows,
lakes,
rivers,
and inhabitants
of the world
with a pure and cheerful
countenence,
so she wants her
countenence
to be cheerful
even on
her most grumpy days
when life
has beaten
on her
in its
unkindness
and
a plethora
of problems
try to choke her
like the weeds
in that old Scripture story
that always speaks
a warning to her.

The beautiful flow
glimmers in
the distance
and toward
that horizon
she will go.

*Poet’s note:

This is one of my favorite poems that I have written. It was written on March 15, 2013.

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