November 21, 2011
To show gratitude
only during November
is no different

from containing one's
charity to December
or church devotion

to one April morn.
What keeps us from infusing
our entire year

full of Christlike good?
Shouldn't October also
glow grateful and full?

What of August, May?
Fair sister months brimming with
plenty. Full tables.

January, March?
Roaring beast winter derobes,
budding beautiful.

There is wonder in
each appendage of each year,
yet November brings

golden gratitude
like shimmering koi to feast
on humble bread crumbs.

Let each day begin,
end with two love-sweetened words,
November or not.

posted by Gwennifer at 11:12 PM | 0 comments
November 16, 2011
After six months' moons,
silver wings will fly me off
this ground to new shores.

Same air, same water,
same species, but so different.
So not my home self.

New me, new calling,
new tongue. New Russian speaking
self, Ukraine flavor.

Sixteen months to tell
the truth about my Savior:
ancient wine, young flask.

If it weren't the truth,
those silver wings would not soar
me into Ukraine.

But, truth shines truth-bright
regardless of the bearer.
I will go and talk.

Speak. Announce. Proclaim.
Declare. Make way. Rooftop song.
This will be my joy.

posted by Gwennifer at 11:23 PM | 2 comments