The bed

When my son was engaged he asked my husband ( a gifted carpenter) to make a bed for them. He made a beautiful four poster bed. I wrote the following poem about it.

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The Bed

 

Its posts are silky

as the sanding is done

each coat of finish

a step of love

 

as loving as the lives

who will rest and love

in its grasp

 

the work of finishing

will be done

but the love nurtured in its depths

never complete

My view

It’s Winter

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outside the flag whips in the wind

bleak and grey the skies loom overhead

the tide in the river fights to retreat

but the wind pushes up waves to impede

 

my view causes me to shudder

as if the wind can slide into the room

and bring its chill within

cold, cold, its mood is bleak

 

cold, cold my mood in response

mirroring the withering view

waiting, the kind sun to return

and bring its joy to lift my soul

 

© Suzanne Boyd 2018

The Coming

Tonight I just want to share a poem I wrote a while ago.

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The night was dark and cold

or so I’m told

when God became a man

 

The stars were bright and clear

seeming so near

when shepherds strode the land

 

The angels sang for him

a special hymn

praising God’s name

 

and in a manger bare

with creatures there

sweet Jesus came

 

merry-christmas2The night again is cold

though time grew old

since he was here

 

his spirit lingers on

in my soul dawns

his presence near

 

for in my heart I find

Christmas reminds

me he’s not apart

 

but here to be with me

as long as I can see

him in my heart