Divine Directives 


See? Earth’s not in a rush and we 
should not be either. She’s quiet

-ly turning, not yearning for speed. 
She’s all tiny flit and flutter, tide 

and teaspooned time. Take a breath
and hold it like a swallowed moon. 

Swoon for sunrise. Shush the noise.
Consider the loose wild sigh 

-lence of a broken star. Wildflowers 
turning faces to sky and waving to sea. 

Day 19’s attempt for NaPoWriMo.

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1 Response to Divine Directives 

  1. Shawna says:

    I am 100% swooning over this gorgeous poem.

    Again, think about this being about Mary (or any woman) in the early stages of labor.

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