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.
Hard Blessings
Hard blessings remain in men
when softer grace
is soon forgot.
They are the berry rich,
found beneath the thorn.
Like holding onto dying hands,
feeling the fainted step of the wrist
and the warmth of the palm
all in one breath.
Hard blessings are best.
More remembered than softer grace
more coveted.
Like walking upright,
on broken limbs.
Hard blessings
are an unguent, unseen balm
that grinds the faith
into a wondrous golden web.
And they remain in men
when softer grace
is soon forgot.
Copyright©2000 by Barbara J. Weekley