Tajikistan
I’d like to go to Tajikistan.
And hike the mountains there called Fann.
The landscape looks like another planet,
with varied geology, mostly granite.
I wonder if, someday, I can
take a trek in Tajikistan.
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Tajikistan
I’d like to go to Tajikistan.
And hike the mountains there called Fann.
The landscape looks like another planet,
with varied geology, mostly granite.
I wonder if, someday, I can
take a trek in Tajikistan.
Last Time I Netflix Binge on Saturday Night
In Troas (Turkey)
the apostle Paul
preached after midnight
and a boy Eutychus
fell asleep and tumbled
out of the window
and died. But Paul,
raised him
from the dead.
This morning, I feel
like Eutychus
and I may not fall
out of a window,
but off my pew.
I may just die
of embarrassment.
How do you rise
from that?
The Forest
Never underestimate the power
Walking in the woods on a sunny day
Communing hand in hand by the hour
Never underestimate the power
As wind bears fragrance of pine and flower
And birds chatter and tall pines sing and
sway
Never underestimate the power
Walking in the woods on a sunny day
Guessing Game
My friend and I
used to laugh
about the time
she and her family moved
and her husband labeled
a large group
of boxes
miscellaneous 1,
miscellaneous 2,
miscellaneous 3…
leaving all the contents
virtually unidentified.
Labels,
when not well-defined,
tell you nothing,
individually speaking.
Juxtaposition of Grace
The glory of God, the weakness of man
God’s weighty, radiant, holy glory
Try to imagine the two if you can.
The glory of God, the weakness of man
Finite, simple, sinful, but for the plan
The two united in Redemption’s Story
The glory of God, the weakness of man
God’s weighty, radiant, holy glory
Energizing
Never underestimate the power
of walking hand in hand
with someone you love
through swaying, singing pines,
twittering birds
and fragrant breezes.
I Do, I Did, and I Am
My voice has always been soft and low.
As a child, adults would often tell me,
“If you don’t speak up at your wedding
the preacher won’t be able to hear you
when you say I do and you’ll stay single.”
I don’t know why they thought of that.
But there have been many times
in forty-six years of marriage
that I wished that on that October day
I would have kept my voice low.