Connecting (for those dealing with
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By Phillip Phidippides
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empty chair can stare when “once was” voice, “once was” face, “once was” laugh are no longer there how darkened seems a festive room denied the touch taken too soon silent night is crushingly still, empty, devoid, unbreathing, chilled and yet… somewhere between bereavement and joy lives a quiet place humble space expectant cocoon for dark times there, for a time you can sink into straw lean against hewn timbers feel warm, non-judging, undemanding breath on your shoulders there, you can just absorb viscerally experience raw life touch the Earth you and all of God’s creatures resting waiting anticipating The Lamb. |
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Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2018
Last Updated: Sunday, November 25, 2018
About the Poet
Born and raised and live in Kentucky but I wear shoes most of the time. Nearing retirement and looking forward to spending more time with my wife of 36 years and our wonderful daughter and son-in-law. Have worked in the medical profession for over 30 yrs. Lots of changes! Started writing poetry after my father passed away in 2006. My sister passed away at age 50 and it has been a joy to help guide her five precious children and now we have six great-nieces and great-nephews. I am the guardian for my handicapped brother and my wife and I arrange for his 24 hr care. In reality, Willy's simple faith and absolute inexhaustible supply of unconditional love are probably the inspirational source for most of my poetry. He and I have easily watched more than 2,000 episodes of Mister Rogers together! "But a cheerful heart has a continual feast." He has a continual feast and is more than willing to share! If the world could look through his compassionate/non-judgmental eyes, this would be a much nicer place!
(I have actually been posting on this site for a few years but a technological glitch erased me.)
Other Poems by Phillip Phidippides
- 1860 Freedom March 1865
- A Childhood Remembrance
- A Flower Wakes
- A Sinner Looks at Psalm 90:4
- A Welling
- An October Haiku for You
- And There Was Light
- As Nation Mourns
- Attraction
- Becoming Like a Child
- Beyond the Bars
- Briefly
- Caught In the Process
- Cloud of Witnesses
- Coming to Senses
- Connecting (for those dealing with
- Defined or Refined
- Desert Thought
- Devotions
- Do We Get a Break from Mistakes?
- Do We Know When We Grow?
- Do We Sing?
- Do You Recall?
- Does God Suffice?
- Easter - (acrostic)
- Easter Thought
- Ecclesiastes Chapter 1
- Embryology and Aunt Bee
- Enfleshed Is A Good Place To Be
- Feathered Faith
- Floating in the Milky Way
- Glimmerick - Matthew 6:15 - Forgive
- God Will See Us Through
- God's Purest Joy Awaits Us
- Greeting the Day
- Had I Been Born Near Jordan's Flow
- How Many Moments in a Minute?
- I Fall But Am Not Fallen
- I Saw My Ole Friend Devil
- If I Stay Silent, God
- If I Were a Totally Spiritual Being
- Indentured Denizens
- LAW
- Light Burden
- Living Water (sonnet)
- Mud Pies
- On Eve of Man
- Ordained
- Owning Up to Knowing God
- Politics
- Procession of Psalmic Reflections
- Prodigal
- Proverbs 27:20.
- Reflected Light
- Seed
- Seek and Ye Shall Find
- Simon Says (repost due to accidenta
- Something to Remember
- Spring Love
- Stillness
- Sweet Visage
- Tall Fences
- Thanksgiving
- The Cleansing Flood
- The Crux
- The Mission Pew
- The Sun Proclaimed
- The Vine
- This Day
- This Viral Thing
- Treasure Waits
- True Forgiveness
- Unannounced Joy
- WC Poem - Well Really a Ditty or
- Where Can We Meet You, God?
- Who Will Heal Our Brokenness?
- You Are the Light of the World
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