I wrote a poem!

I did! I wrote one of my very own! Here's why I'm excited about this small accomplishment of mine: Until this summer, I was never really interested in poetry. So, a couple of days ago, I went to the library to check out some books that would teach me how to both read and write poetry. One of the books, Poetry as a Spiritual Practice, by Robert McDowell, has different exercises for writing poetry. 

One of the exercises was to go to a public place, like a coffee shop or shopping mall, listen to the conversations around me, and then write a poem reflecting on a conversation I heard. As a person who loves to listen to the lives of other people, this task was very fun to complete. 

I listened. I reflected. I wrote. 

Eavesdropping 

I admit, I was eavesdropping

on a conversation between two men,

about how the upcoming family funeral would be different,

because with it joy and celebration would begin. 

This got me to thinking, 

"What could have changed?

What happened to this family

that their worldview was rearranged?"

Was it religion? Philosophy?

Just plain tired of being sad?

The truth is I'll never know,

I'll just always wish I had. 

Thank you, Lord, for poetry. Thank you for letting me into this small little world of writing.