Tuesday, November 9


Recovery Sunrise
for my Dad*

my pen it prays for gratitude

while dawn is drawn and calls awake

my heart, in an emphatic mood,

to noble words when there's a stake.

The light still waits

So pen with ink for blood and food

silent invocation make.

Oh heart with intercessor's attitude

become the role for grandest sake...

in light I wait.

LyndiaP November 9, 2010

(*and for OneShotWednesday 19 & PoemADay 9 of 30)


  1. nice. a very gentle write...and i hope my pen carries a blessing in it as well...smiles. nice one shot!

  2. The last line made this poem for me. Good lead-up, but the end-line . . .wow-worthy stuff.

  3. in light i wait...rings on in my mind...beautiful

  4. The page accepts the sacrament and prays along.

    Nice One Shot, Lyndia!

  5. Dear Lyndia
    Perfect.. and you have done a great painting with your words...The lines like 'So pen with ink for blood and food
    silent invocation make.' made me enjoy this one very much.. thanks for sharing.. your last line was perfect...

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  6. oh....a wonderful write....a poets delights...cheers pete

  7. There is a richness and depth with this poem. It's personality is almost religious. I think I am still just on the surface of understanding the full depths of it since I don't know your father; perhaps, it means more to you as the poet, than to me as the listener. Writing just for yourself can be an amazingly cathartic task