Author: heatherpound

i feel the stir of the breeze

slight and soft against my skin

and reflect that the winds of

change move slow, too, in

this circumstance that aches

 

as breath catches in my chest

and i long for more than i can

do to move heavens and earth

for this.

 

but mid sigh

i lift my eyes

to treetops waving.

lacy fingers

stirred by a force

in the heavens

that i cannot feel

with my feet

firmly planted

on ground

 

and oh, how they dance!

 

and my heart remembers that

there is more than my

limited experience,

my point of view,

perception.

 

that change

has a force of its own,

that God does things

that my finite outlook

often cannot see

 

and the beat in my chest

joins in, slowly at first

 

but as i stay

in that moment hush,

my heart begins

to slip off her shoes,

lifts up her feet

and starts to dance.

 

—-our perspective isn’t the whole story and sometimes that is where hope is found.

©Heather Pound 2023

 

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do you know that you have a choice
about what resides between your ears
in that soft, incredible brain? you, not
anybody else, determine if you experience
joy or angst, peace or unrest, fear or faith.
it is your superpower
to wisely wield each day

so, use it well, nurture what you allow to
reside there for long or short seasons, for
it will form who you are and what you do,
how you treat others and what you value,
if you thrive or just survive.

you are not pliant to forces external.
the choice is yours and yours alone.
so do this please–intentionally choose.

 

©Heather Pound 2023

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it’s all those

small things,

all those things

that pass

each day,

 

like the yeasty

aroma of your

morning toast

from the next

armchair over

 

while the tui

outside sings

the rising sun,

 

or the way we

always mention

the weather

between

soft silence

or sips

of coffee

 

or recount

things of note

that we’ve

just read.

 

it’s the little

things like

these

that i soak in

and later recall,

 

things that inspire

and narrate

that elusive quality

of peace

when needed

on difficult

or stressful days.

 

the touchstone

used to invite

calm back

into my world.

 

©Heather Pound 2023

 

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they are never in vain,

all the little things you do.

 

all the simple, kind, quiet things

done with ease from a heart that

loves and does love well.

 

just because it is in your nature,

part of your skillset, does not mean

that it is not valuable, not needed,

not desired.

 

because we are all delightfully

different, if each of us would simply

do the things that we do best, hone

our skills, improve our inherent gifts,

 

then we would make the world

richer and fuller and finer, and

would add to the beauty therein.

 

so, keep bringing all of those little

things that come easily to you.

you may value them not,

 

but someone, and others, and

community will.

 

©Heather Pound 2023

 

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the earth is weeping

after the swirling sky

awoke, opened

her eyes, and let tears

fall as tributaries.

 

and the wind who felt

confined in all this

emotional expression

took the opportunity

to blow out rage.

 

and the people just

watched and

remembered that they

were insignificant in

the midst of the power

 

of the minute ball of

dust and water where

they dwell in the middle

of only one galaxy of

a 100 billion stars and

 

chose not to think even

further still at the vastness

and terror of it all. instead

they were reminded to

soak up every moment

 

that they are granted,

to seek beauty whenever

it is found and to remember

to love each other well

—and to live.

 

-after watching the destruction in our tiny country caused by Cyclone Gabrielle.

©Heather Pound 2023

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i thought my chest was scooped

out empty, dry

~~

but as i scanned my ever 

beating heart, i found 

~~

a little bit buried and partially

stale, yet there was still 

~~

a tiny-weeny mustard seed

of faith, that everything 

~~

could still be worked for good.

and i remembered that all that 

~~

must be done was to raise that puny 

seed up to the light, to water it with 

~~

tears. then light can do its holy work 

causing hope to sprout, to grow 

~~

and blossom once again. and all it takes 

is the humblest, most meagre of beginnings.

~~

©Heather Pound 2023

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i do not know why people choose

to spend their time worrying about

terrible, possible, theoretical things.

 

the truth is that the worst deeds that

human beings can do to one another,

are already here, most vehemently exist

 

and have been for centuries and eons past.

so, if you have been blessed to reside in a

place where you have not viewed or

 

experienced things such as these, then

please don’t waste your time dwelling

on the dark. it will do nothing to prepare

 

you for a time when darkness might arrive

and will sap away your joy today. instead

drink up the light, let it soak into your bones.

 

fill your heart with beauty ‘round, make peace

the place that you reside, and if darkness should

come, it is the light alone that will sustain.

 

©Heather Pound 2023

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the road to vitality

is not paved by

avoiding things

on the path that you

would rather step

around, ignore.

 

labeling certain

emotions

‘unacceptable,’

distancing.

they still exist

after all, even

when denied.

 

no, the road to ‘vital’

is found by noticing

it all: the good, the bad,

the painful and

unpleasant.

 

accepting, honoring

and responding to

these parts of your

journey as well.

 

this is the way

to grow

and develop

and flourish,

and live

a vital,

connected

life.

 

©Heather Pound 2023

 

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the morning sun breaks

through the clouds

after days

and days

of rain

and you recall

the beauty

once again

that is possible

and all of

those things

that troubled

and stole

your sleep

seem to vanish

like mist

in life-giving

rays of scarlet

 

©Heather Pound 2023

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in order to vanquish fear

it must be admitted

rather than ignored, denied,

 

shoved down. too proud

to recognize, tentacles

wrapped around tight

 

and tighter the longer

that its presence is unheeded.

avoiding feelings such

 

as these is a perilous sport.

instead, make space, and

while you would prefer

 

not to give it a home long

term, it is visiting now.

it has lessons to teach and

 

as you acknowledge and listen,

leaning right in, this is where

understanding and freedom lies.

 

©Heather Pound 2023

 

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