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A Conscious Stream of Poetry ~ Imprints
A Conscious Stream of Poetry ~ Imprints
A Conscious Stream of Poetry ~ Imprints
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My children were what I was most sure of in my life. And, long after these relationships expanded and changed their voices returned to me as imprints of sacred times among tears and laughter. These memories inspired the thoughts and poems I've collected herein as reflections of a maternal heart and soul.

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Release dateMay 10, 2021
ISBN9781735310237
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    A Conscious Stream of Poetry ~ Imprints - Cathleen Lynn

    Little Boy

    Little boy, so strong and sure,

    you’ve sustained me

    —confident we’ll survive the storm

    raging ’round us.

    You’ve secured me in darkness.

    Softly you step beside me,

    careful not to step upon

    the shattered pieces of my heart.

    You’ve been so confident

    God will see us through this valley of darkness—

    gift our father prepared

    for my descent into despair.

    Small hands wipe away the tears;

    small feet planted firmly beside me,

    patience in his way,

    to lead us through my broken world.

    He believes she’s with the Son of God, and

    he believes God’s with us;

    he believes the sun is shining,

    and he believes in me.

    So Too My Soul

    I looked to the ground, but it was hard and cold—

    it would not take me in.

    I looked to the heavens, and the blue skies turned black and foreboding—

    they too would not take me in.

    I looked to myself,

    barren, and was a stranger;

    Wrapping my shroud around and over my head,

    I spiraled down into a heap of nothingness—

    the emptiness of a dark abyss.

    The only perceptible sound was the ocean in my breath,

    thunderous and forceful like the wind

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