Love is Patient

Love is Patient
by Margaret Hendricks 2012
Dedicated to my loved ones, my dears, who were
patient.

The sadness in me was so deep.
I said, "forever"
You said, "temporal"

Life screamed so loud it overwhelmed.
I said,"can't"
You said," can,will"

You knew
You had felt
You stood outside my gray and waited.
Saying in your quiet, calm voice
"I hear, I'm near, I love you, dear"
You stood outside my gray and waited.
Saying in your quiet, calm voice
"I care, reach out, dare, dear"
You had felt
You knew

Life was simple in the sun.
I said,"yes"
You said,"hurray"

The joy burst so strong it echoed.
I said,"good"
You said,: always"

Hot Texas Afternoon

Hot Texas Afternoon

I sit by my window watching the dry wind bluster through the trees in the park below.I watch the children running and playing.Their voices rising above the heat of the day.

And I remember, my own sons playing in the hot Texas afternoons. They screech and squeal as they take turns chasing each other with sparkling sprays from the garden hose. Falling together in a puddle they made; laughing and wrestling the day away. I thought we would be together forever.

And I remember, my brothers and sister and uncle and me playing in the hot Texas afternoons. Pulling weeds in my grandmother's back yard, drinking out of the garden hose. Racing together to get to the park to splash in the wading pool. I thought we would be together forever.

Now, I know. We are all still here together, today, in the children running and playing in the park on a hot Texas afternoon.

by Margaret Hendricks-2012 Hot Texas Afternoon

Spontaneous Poem

I thought of a poem I wanted to write

It's sweet, it's sweet, it's sweet

I plotted, I planned to get it just right

Be neat, be neat, be neat

But alas it flew right out of my head

delete,delete, delete

Now I cry alone in my bed

we ep, we ep, we ep.

Spontaneous poem by Margaret Hendricks

Posted 05/07/12

Blessed are the Poor in Spirit

False intellect skewed and twisted with dark intents

Panders to the weak- willed and pretentious.

Blinded by the percieved brilliance, the prideful self struggles on

Steeping in doctrines, philosophies and trite sayings till truth is obliterated.

He is left with nothing more than the thunderous sound of many words 

Echoing thru dark,dry places.

Where did the self-proclaimed counsels flee? 

Blessed are the poor in spirit.

by Margaret Hendricks posted 04/27/2012

Now

Some days I wonder,"What If?"; 

but then I realize..Here is NOW. 

I love NOW. 

There is breath, there is sunlight, there are trees and the sounds of birds and children's laughter in NOW. 

IF dwindles in the joys of life today. 

NOW

-Margaret Hendricks

Posted 4/25/12