Category: Family

ConversationWithGod

~ Harlan Didrickson

Back to my knees

Lord where art thou

Here in my darkness

I implored the Heavens

To relieve me from

Despair have my sins

Prompted such turmoil have

I not been noticed

For my kindness nor

My love for others

Where are You

And then God said

I am the bottom

Upon which you have

Fallen which you kneel

Consider this do not

Sprouts spring from below

Do not trees rise

From the forest floor

Do not clouds gather

Rain from the oceans

Does not absolutely everything

Begin from where you

Find yourself to be

Now my dear boy

Start from here and

Be on your way

Just like everything else

HeartPains

~ Harlan Didrickson

Love is vast it’s

Abundant and delicious and

Full except when pain

Is involved when either

The heart breaks or

The heart aches both

Requiring time for either

Healing or for waiting

Both of which we

Must always endure alone

Eclectic

~ Harlan Didrickson

A hodgepodge of things

Thrown together oftentimes haphazardly

But frequently perfectly matched

Like a hearty stew

Or a room full

Of disparate pieces all

Complimenting the other in

Delicate ways the old

And the new blending

Together like loves watercolors

Creating something uniquely stunning

Order rising from chaos

InvisibleDrum

~ Harlan Didrickson

And with each season

Comes it’s own surprises

Awake aware abandon acquiesce

Bud blossom befall bedtime

Curious crave collapse close

Dawn desire descend die

On through the alphabet

No matter the season

Whether it be love

Or life or time

The seasons always march

To an invisible drum

Heard by no one

Yet felt by all

TakingNotice

~ Harlan Didrickson

As I have gotten older

I’ve become more aware

Of the little things

Having been bombarded by

The grand things of

Life I have sought

Refuge in the quiet

Things raindrops on eaves

The scratching of fall

Leaves and ant hills

That seem to erupt

Overnight through sidewalk cracks

The slower things like

Inch by delicate inch

Of freshly fallen snow

That crawls against windows

And plump caterpillars that

Wind and weave munching

Polka dots in green

On their way to

Emerging butterfly and oh

Yes love as called

Accepting it rather than

Seeking it there’s comfort

In the little slow

Things that simply show

Up for no other

Reason than being themselves

And I taking notice