Dear World

XOXO Sarah Mae
(borrowed from NoMoney4Books.Com)


I’ve committed to writing 30 letters in 30 days, according to the 30 Day Letter Challenge.  To learn more about my project, check out my introduction.

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U is for Unfinished Prayer

Unfinished Prayer

for Ellie Linton

have mercy on us
three personed God
forgive us as we
trespass on your laws
lend us your Grace
as we fight in your name
give us the strength
to keep up with this game

we live in the night
for safety and right
in fear of the sunrise
and personal slight
we live in this life
there is nothing left
but a drive for survival
and a cross round my neck

have mercy on us
where for art thou my Lord
have mercy on us
as we march through this wood
have mercy on us
when the bridges come down
have mercy on us
in a petrol burned town
have mercy on us
for this I pray
have mercy on us
on this dirty day
have mercy on us
have mercy dear Lord
have mercy on us
have mercy on our souls

For the month of April I’ve committed to writing 26 poems, falling into the Alphabet.  To learn more about my project, check out my introduction.  To learn more about the A-to-Z Challenge visit www.a-to-zchallenge.com.

O is for Ode to the Oregonian

Ode to the Oregonian

Here’s to you, great soggy sir
With wet white socks strapped beneath black Tevas
Marching to the beat of your own Tillicum drum
Fording rivers by bus, amongst the stench of sewage tides
Patiently training Willamette¹ to a non-native tongue
Holding a Nalgene filled with rainfall
And a double dutch hot mocha latte from the Devil’s siren
Let her sing to you admid the mists of the Pineapple Express
Watch as tourists lament the rain you failed to notice
Avoiding impalement by the foreign umbrellas at Market
Gather courage to jump ship and climb the mountain peaks
Summit Shasta, and Hood and the Sisters Three
Scribe your blog across a wooden tablet of the ancient
Cedar trees felled by your own hands in the back forty
Teaching children to bicycle in heavy traffic
Across the Marquim as it swings in the wind
That you once sailed upon in the Gorge as a dare and a bucket list check mark
After a weekend at the Amphitheater listening to bands no one’s heard of
Reading books on the Max, engage in philosophical debate
with a homeless man from out town whom you feed in the end
Dance and drink to the sun gods each spring with micro-brews
Commune with nature as summer fades into the soft fall
And tell them Sasquatch still lives next to DB Coopers door
When others say you can’t live the gloom and doom
Of rainy Oregon.

¹Pronounced “Will Am It”

For the month of April I’ve committed to writing 26 poems, falling into the Alphabet.  To learn more about my project, check out my introduction.  To learn more about the A-to-Z Challenge visit www.a-to-zchallenge.com.

M is for The Martyrs Mothers

The Martyrs Mothers

for the mother of  the late Father Frans van der Lugt, S.J. 

 
What do they do with the martyrs mothers
When they parade the pictures of the slain
To perpetuate our cause of Peace
Does someone slip a hand in hers
Take her from Sanctuary
To wait and pray for this war to pass
Between Gods and Devils, men all
Do they make her stand and plead a case
Be prayed upon like an object on the alter
Is she lauded and applauded as a hero’s stead
Or avoided as a plague of the tragedy she has endured
Do we return his body, if not his soul
To the ground of the church where she goes
Or is she lost from the castle of Catholicism
Converted by the reality of these horrors
Forever lamenting in the land of disbelief
Unquestionably questioning her everything
As her soul divides between a heros heaven
And a mothers hell

For the month of April I’ve committed to writing 26 poems, falling into the Alphabet.  To learn more about my project, check out my introduction.  To learn more about the A-to-Z Challenge visit www.a-to-zchallenge.com.