My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: hope

  • Vein hope

    I present my armsin turnas usual.”Ah, your veins are hidingare they?””Yes”, I laughas usual.Needle slips in,needle slips out.Cotton balls tapedacross my forearms,I return home,perforated. Read.

  • Sea glass

    I am not what I waswhen I was newnor am I what I should be.Broken by the beatingsof lifeand whirled in its storms.Crashed hard in the rocksand floated endlesslyendlesslybut not drowned.I hope that kind handswill lift me againin time—like sea glass. Read.

  • What if?

    I tried to imagine the Easter story in the Bible as if Jesus hadn’t completed what he came to do. What if he hadn’t died? How would that change everything? The very first Easter, in my dream,The Lord God didn’t dieHe lived on earth so perfectlyAnd then, I don’t know why,When he could have saved… Read.

  • Season

    Where once the bare branchNow the new leafWhere once the berryNow the budAll is freshFull of surprise and delightAnd all is expectedLonged for And known –Like a lover’s faceOr a mother’s hands Read.

  • Once more

    Once more we are safely through the nightOnce more safely throughAnd the birds do sing in the sky againLike we expect them toAnd once more part the clouds againPermitting the sun to shineAllowing the ground to breathe againThe darkness to resignOnce more the buds do form againThe shoots break from the earthOnce more we feel… Read.

  • Something like hope

    There is something like hope in the hedgerowOn a frozen winter’s mornPearls of pink that wait to bloomIn the year that’s newly bornThe river is rushing wildlyMud and ice mingle under my feetIn the clouds white and dense a promise ofA heavy fall of sleetAnd nature continues its singingThe birds upon the airThe squirrel finding… Read.

  • Advent calendar

    When I was a child, I recall that among the Christmas decorations, there was an advent calendar that came out every year. I loved it. Not only did I look forward to Christmas, but I remembered all the happy Christmases that had gone before…. The best advent calendars don’t have chocolates in them.The cardboard nativity… Read.

  • Christmas thoughts (Note to self)

    I get so caught up in the stuff of Christmas. I know what really matters about it – love, family, the nativity. I mean I really do believe in the first Christmas – that our world was forever changed when the son of God was born to us at Bethlehem. But I still get so… Read.

  • Something I wrote

    For anyone reading this who has enjoyed my poetry, I’d like to share that my book – my debut collection – is now available on Amazon. I’m also sharing again the first poem I shared in this blog, because it is the title for my book, and was the moment I thought of trying to… Read.

  • Waiting rooms

    I have had the covid this week, in all the humidity. Some days are just about the waiting…. Waiting for the cool air to returnAnd bring a breezeWaiting for the chance to sleep againWith much more easeWaiting for a dawning light to cheerThe heavy heartFor the day that brings an endTo all our time apartWaiting… Read.