A poem by Faith L. Sanders ~ Thursday, September 8, 1983
A southern breeze
through wide-open window
is ruffling the curtains tonight
It blows in my bedroom
fresh – fanning my face ~
a whispered caress of delight.
This summery breeze
on its fanciful fling
is fickle as fall evenings near.
And so I resolve
I will not think ahead
but bask in its warmth while it’s here.
NEW!
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After sharing a picture & having many conversations about the cozy corner that I paint in, it reminded me of a poem my Grandmother wrote. We all live in a way that works for us. I remember having a trampoline & slide in our living room & an outdoor intended tent inside. Autism formed “Our way”. Because we are human, our minds might wander to wonder as to what others “think” of our space. I stopped thinking about this long ago – since I knew NOBODY who had 2 autistic children and so our needs were different. We made our house OUR HOME. A comfortable place for us to be a family… That is all that matters.
A poem by Faith L. Sanders, Tuesday, September 13th, 1983
When you come where I do dwell,
What messages does my house tell?
Fastidiously neat and bare~
Precisely placed is every chair-
Books in order on the shelf~
What does that say of myself?
Dishes undone in the sink;
Garbage gives a gentle stink-
Dustballs rolling on the floor –
Did you notice at the door?
Among the clutter and the clear
spaces, do sure signs appear
saying. “Welcome ~ Come have FUN” ~
or would you rather turn and run?
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This poem is one of my favorites. There is so much unknown and I often wonder about these same thoughts nearly 40 years after this was written!
A poem by Faith L. Sanders July 16th, 1983
“I”
A poem about the concept of “I”
Is audacious of me to even try;
for if “I” eternal do only dwell
temporarily in this shell,
Where have “I” been; where shall “I” be
before & after the time I’m “me?”
A drop in the wave?
A part of the whole?
An innocent gleam in the oversoul?
Which Philosopher do I trust
in planning whether I boom or bust?
Who says I couldn’t be a cat
or sail through nights as a winged bat
or grow from roots a stem & flower?
Who sets limits to my power?
What I’d really like to know
{If I’m eternal in this show}
Why did I bestow on me
Such a lousy memory.
Why no recollection merry
of my lives as elf & fairy?
Why no glimmer from the past
of prowling slow or flying fast~
of hoping- hating- hurting or
of feeling “I’ve done this before?”
Perhaps each time the slate wipes clean
to give each “I” a brand-new scene
intriguing me to find the clue
of why I’m here & what to do.
To write this poem while I’m still me
is an exercise in futility~
For when I die & then do know,
The curtain’s down~ end of show.
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So many blessings today that may seem insignificant to most. I will share a few and leave you with a verse from a poem by my Grandmother.
Part of a poem by Faith L. Sanders
July 21st, 1983
If only we had cosmic minds,
I’m sure that we would see,
that what to us is chaos
to God is orderly.
Allow me to share what my recent experiences have been so you can better place my mind frame to start something new. I don’t expect anyone to fully understand how I can just walk away from stability with no solid plans, just big dreams and abide-full listening to my heart/soul’s desires. AKA Holy Spirit Led.
Faith, my grandmother’s name was Faith. She was part of the generation when ladies were encouraged to learn to draw, play music & write poetry. I connected with her on a deep level because we both struggled with depression. She was an incredible composer, musician, writer, artist, & bird aficionado.
A few weeks ago, my Mom and I were looking through old picture albums and came across some journals of hers. They aren’t’ like a “spill all” diary, but a place where she went to share her days and write poetry about her thoughts.
I have never been more inspired than after reading half of the first journal. I want to share her cleverness with the world. She made me laugh out loud, ponder deeply and feel love~ All with words she randomly threw together during her day.
I love words. I love making people feel, think & desire to grow to the next level of themselves. She did this with only a few rhyming lines. Here is a poem she wrote on a random afternoon, in the same spot I found my peace last month, 39 years ago.
Tuesday, July 5th, 1983
“When nature spreads her bountiful garment
Over warm waiting earth,
There’s a lush green growing glowing goodness
gradually giving birth,
To an attitude of praise and gladness-
a feeling of presence near,
Within, without, all round about
An unreasonable aura of cheer.
A glad-to-be-alive sensation,
Unfathomable sense of high elation
Of taking part in Love’s creation
In the blossoming time of the year. “
By Faith L. Sanders
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