Just some thoughts...

Every day, as I write Poetiquejustis, I pray it will be a blessing to someone.
Today, I hope it is you.






Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Clouds in my coffee

 

Bad memories can attach themselves
like barnacles to the hull of our life
Richard Paul Evans
The Mistletoe Promise


They come when you least expect them



As you are falling asleep



As you stare thoughtfully in to a cup of cappuccino



The memories

like clips from a film noir

Where do they come from

Why now, when everything else is calm



Perhaps that is why they come
- because the sea of your soul 
is calm enough for you to hear them

and they must be heard


But you....you can sail on now

and leave them in your wake
and that's poetiquejustis
"For behold, I create new heavens and a new earth; 
And the former things will not be remembered or come to mind."
Isaiah 65:17