Write with all your Might!

 When I Write

When I write, I feel light,
As light as a feather floating out of sight,
Yet focused, like a camera lens on a subject,
The blur becomes crystal clear; all is perfect,
When I write, I feel free,
As free as the wind blowing in the trees,
Yet with a direction, an intention, a moment to seize,
The wind is not harsh, it is a gentle breeze,
When I write, I feel heard,
Like a song from a distance mockingbird,
A different song that I never knew before,
Is whispering in my ear and I am eager for more,
When I write, I feel at peace,
Like a breath of fresh air, all stresses release,
A calm, an exhale, a sigh of relief,
A renewed spirit; a stronger belief,
When I write, I feel a place to reside,
A comfortable home where I can confide,
My thoughts, my fears,
My hopes, my tears,
It is a warm and inviting place,
Similar to a heartfelt embrace.
When I Write.
Tammy Harvey
Written: 1/16/2021

One of our Flowers

 

A Mother’s Love

You don’t know what you don’t know,

That is why babies are so innocent,

So real, so unfiltered, so honest,

They don’t know all the heartache,

There is nothing fake,

Although all are born with a sinful nature,

It has not revealed itself,

Babies are purely helpless,

Reliant solely on the love of a caregiver,

They cry because they need something,

A need, not necessarily a want,

Oh, the innocence of the baby,

So pure, so sweet,

It is love-at-first-sight when first we meet,

But there is an innate desire for independence,

It should not worry or offend us,

While they conquer the world in their own way,

We are there to guide them, lest they go astray,

They learn; they grow and soon we will find,

They are now a part of all humankind,

On their own, no longer “ours”,

Yet in the gardens of our life, they are one of our flowers,

To grow a helpless baby into a kind, loving adult,

Is to be truly blessed as a result,

I am blessed with three young men,

Whom I still love now, like I loved then,

Tammy Harvey

Written:  1/16/2021

"Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but their hearts forever."- Unknown

How Do I Respond?

 

My Shalom
If I stand and scream at the top of my lungs,
If I wring my hands until they are properly wrung,
If I bite my nails with extreme trepidation,
If I pull my hair out in frustration,
If I stomp my feet and shake my fist,
And I cry my eyes out while doing this,
If I fret and fret because I don’t feel brave,
And if I worry myself into an early grave,
Will it help the situation that I’m in?
Will it right the wrongs, the hurt, the sin?
No. No. It will not, the damage is done,
And I know I’m not the only one,
Pain is universal. It chooses not favorites,
Life includes unforeseen, difficult hits,
How we respond to it, that’s the key to relief,
It takes a lot of faith and a sincere belief,
That the best is yet to come,
If I don’t lose heart and don’t succumb,
Don’t succumb to the worldly view,
But focus on heavenly skies of blue,
For earth is only my temporary home,
Heaven is eternally my Shalom.
Tammy Harvey
Written: 1/4/2021

"My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world."- Billy Graham

 

A Natural Twist

 

Prickly Little Pinecone
The pinecone can give your fingers a tiny prick,
It’s not too hurtful, just a little stick,
Oh, but I want to hold it anyway,
These conifers need to be on display,
Uniformly intricate, I use them to decorate,
My holiday cheer is amplified, and I can hardly wait,
To place them on my mantle, my table, my tree,
A lovely touch of nature is truly not lost on me,
All sizes and shapes; they really are,
Long-leaf pines produce a pinecone as large as a quart jar,
While thimble-sized cones adorn hemlock trees,
I love collecting each of these,
The short, broad ones and the long, slender, as well,
Are delightful right on the ground where they fell,
While annoying to some who must pick them up to mow,
I understand completely, but you must know,
The thick pine-needled cushion of the forest floor,
Is another thing about pines that I adore,
Also, the fresh smell of pine is an aroma so dear,
I want to enjoy that fragrance all year,
So, a pine-scented candle is on my Wish list,
To give the holidays a natural twist!
Tammy Harvey
Written: 12/13/2020