Lilac Nation

I am shaken by the events of the past week in America, but I remain encouraged by the many people to whom I’ve spoken who are ready now more than ever to fight for unity and justice in this country. I still choose to believe that we as a people can seek wholeness. We do not have to let the dark and divisive rhetoric of this year be the norm. Instead, let us strive to heal through communication, love, and open hearts.
 
God bless
 
“Lilac Nation”
For unity
 
Young one, how fear has grated
your branches into brittle fingers curling
inward, terrified to embrace the wind of todays and
tomorrows. Your leaves are meant
to shade and shelter, your red, white, and blue flowers
to surprise the earth with fruitful promise. Yet in storm’s
wake I see your proud colors crying out
in red pain and blue smoke,
as your trunk parts
down the center, flowerless.
 
Young one, let your leaves return.
Soak in wind and water and courage, and
let your branches bloom anew with all
your colors as one:
a vibrant, lilac nation.
 
 
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I sail

Happy New Year!

I am back with a new poem after my long break. This poem is about looking forward into the New Year and trusting to God for direction on the way.

Next week, I am going to begin posting a series of poems from a special collection I wrote last fall. It’s a personal story of God’s support, love, and goodness through times of upheaval.

God bless

“I sail”

I go to sleep on a dim shore,
drooping eyes trailing after the tide of
the old year as it slips out.

I wake on a raft on endless
water and my heart freezes as quietly
as rain into snowfall. I stare at storms and sunshine
mingled on a ring of horizons.

I have no compass but what I see
by night – let me learn dark vision:
night prayer to draw out the wisdom
for the journey of the day.

I go by Your way: You are
the spirit curled up on the raft,
whispering through storms and
standing to shield me when I
buckle beneath unknowns.

old shores are far gone,
home is an unseen harbor.
I cannot float here.
come, new year:
I sail.

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I sail by Briana Batty is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.