Processing Through Poetry

Adding ivy using watercolor mask today.

My dad and I had a little poetry workshop today. I decided to process my experience in Morocco, the part at the end when my workload was not being understood, and I was being asked to do more than I could possibly do well. Many of us have had similar experiences, and I do think that it was God who helped me to be brave, since I did not want to leave my students.

Being Brave 

Rowing hard steadily

wild river tugging me.

Lurking stealthily 

beneath my keel

rocks like sharks

try to steal

the momentum of my heart.

 Sharp wind slaps my face

who will plead my case?

Using crossed oars to lift,

and escape this rift,

being brave,

firmly seal

the momentum of my heart.

Marcia Carole

Psalm 121 says: ‘The Lord will keep watch over your coming and going’ (vs. 8).