Barbara J. Weekley
About this Christian Poet:
Barbara
has been writing poetry and small stories for several decades. She has
a tremendous sense of humor, and people who know her are often surprised
by her more sober and serious poetry—a side of her that is not often
seen. Nature is her greatest inspiration, and she likes to mix her love
for the creation and the Creator throughout her works. She also writes
about the more painful aspects of life and living. Barbara lives with
her husband Charles, the youngest of three grown sons, Nathan, and her
elderly mother, known as Nana, in a small Ohio town along the Great Lake
Erie.
Grace
Within my core
Lie dead leaves,
Worthless cresson pulp,
Frail fallen bits
Burnished with grumose tears.
Het up winds
Mound them in corners of me
Where they cling hard—
And meld with my bones.
Grace descends easy—
Gliding inward,
And crimps me close around,
With a snowy mantle—
Clean,
Pristine
Imparting warm
Gratuitous promise,
Of Endless Spring!
Copyright©2002 by Barbara J. Weekley