Lilley in the Light

     Go where the energy is. It's 4 am and this sentence from a book I started last night, Create Anyways by Ashlee Gadd, rolls around in my head.      When I set out to blog again, the last thing I thought I’d be sharing is poetry. In fact, my blog from a decade ago didn’t hold a single poem that I can recall. I know I did write some poetry back then, but it never left the white lined page for anyone to see.      But recently, the energy has been different.       It’s now 5:22am and the blurry remembrance of a physics term conservation of energy is also rolling around in my head and I’m googling it. I should probably stop. My husband hasn’t even come downstairs to make coffee so I’m not sure this can go anywhere good, but I’m compelled. (In case you’re wondering- I technically could make the coffee, but he’s the chief coffee maker in our home and I’m content to let him be so. In case you are also wondering- I am up a...

The Scalpel dark clouds cloak the sunrise a black and blue bruise  spread across the sky shrouding us in night but for a crack above the horizon      a knifelike slash of orange glow maybe it’s the Maker scalpel in hand gently, but firmly cutting through layers of skin and personas disillusions and grief longing and loss making way for light to flood our souls a transfusion of grace a blood donation life coursing through our veins the mending of hearts resurrection hope healing us again at daybreak -written January 31, 2024 ____________ Unfortunately, I didn't take a photo of the sunrise the morning I wrote this poem, but I went back through my photos to try to find one to capture the idea. A simple search of "clouds" in my Photos Library pulled up many sweet memories. (For fun after you skim my photos, go type "cloud" into your photo library and see what lovely memories pop up!!)  This first one below is a sunrise from my Nana's apartm...