Category: Prayers/Poetry

I anticipate the arrival of autumn every year. Feeling sure that the sweltering southern summer will never end. Looking forward to the holidays and the every days that the “-ber months” bring. So wrapped up am I in that anticipation and preparation, I often fail to notice the slightest change of color in a leaf,

I exhale A breath so heavy That it might be Perceived as a sigh. But no It is only a breath That I had to release Once I realized That it was being held. Karri Temple BrackettSeptember 19, 2023

The thunder rumbles in the early morning hours At first in the distance, but rolling closer as the minutes pass. Daylight is delayed as storm clouds extend the darkness past dawn and A restless night transitions into a turbulent morning. Rain finally falls providing some relief from the insufferable heat of this past week. We

I find myself in that place once again.That liminal space, that in between place. Is it God forsaken or God ordained?That place in between what was and will be. Not knowing what’s next beleaguers my mind.A measure of grief? A day of relief? Remaining suspended within this plane,As I wait for some sign to move

Delight in the glory of the rolling hills As much as the majestic mountains. Delight in the glory of the babbling brook As much as the vast ocean. Delight in the glory of the simple sparrow As much as the soaring eagle. Delight in the glory of our fellow humans As much as our awe-inspiring

The night sky Overwhelms me at times. Millions of stars Reminding me of my insignificance. Inspiring not just wonder but a degree of existential fear, Of what could possibly exist in the galaxies Beyond my human comprehension. But then I remember all of the mysteries of this universe Are not mine to understand. Karri Temple

A carousel turning around and around, The music unceasing calliope sounds. Emotions the horses upon which I ride, First high and then low until finally I slide, To the edge of the platform to try and get down, But I fear if I make the leap to the ground.  That things will not change for

Spinning plates, balancing act Chasing productivity Mind always racing Another deep breath born from a sigh. Karri Temple BrackettMay 28, 2023

Does wisdom come with age, Like wool gathered through the years? Does wisdom come with heartache, Grown in the heart’s soil and watered with tears? Does wisdom come from God, Given only to those who pray? Or does wisdom come to anyone, Who can listen, and learn, and then give it away? Karri Temple BrackettMay

Planted Grazed Farmed Cleared Improved Preserved Wasted Revered Never any more than there has ever been, The epitome of the non renewable resource. Bought Sold Stolen How foolish we are to think that we ever actually own The Land. Karri Temple BrackettMay 26, 2023