Words Not Said

Finding the word that

expresses the feeling or

invites the imagination or

paints the vision —

Finding that word is like walking to the end

of the high diving board,

legs quivering heart-thumping

the water below is still and dark

and an  impossibly long ways down. 

You can crawl back to the ladder 

and

slowly climb back down

(I’ve done it, and saved my energy 

for quieter pursuits, but then wondered

what I missed)

or you can come to the edge

and trust that the words spoken

will free you 

as you feel the wind

whip past your ears,

And for a few moments you

fly, 

expansive and new

before you slip into the bracing 

coolness and you think:

“I want to do that again!”

What other words are unspoken?

Rest

Some say the 

name of God is

Peace. 

Today begins my sabbatical 

leave from work. 

I hope it may it be a sabbath rest

a time of peace

free from compulsions 

open to spirit

moved by compassion 

filled with play

and brimming with

infectious laughter

and new thoughts. 

May this day hold in it, for you

peace, perspective 

and 

Love. 

©Laurie Lynn Newman

Step by Step

I keep wondering as

I follow news reports:

When did we get so mean?

Retaliation has always

had its deadly, dark, draw

but it seems that we are soul-stunted,

unwilling and oblivious to

empathy and the power to

grow us deep and wide. 

Perhaps now seems a dim-time

but there are always those 

who reach for forgiveness. 

Maybe there are even more 

people now than ever,

giving themselves to compassion 

and willing to be broken, some,

for another. 

And, every small step

of compassion moves us all

the vision

of wholeness. 

Confidence 

The jitters that make

 your hands and legs shake;

the sandy-mouth dry

as you solo (or try)

or when speaking to a crowd

and you need to be loud

but alas!, the spirit tries

but the flesh whispers and cries,

“I’m not sure I can do this!

How did I come to this?”

The confidence-crisis happens to many. 

When it grips you  and strikes,

on stage, in front of mics,

take a deep breath 

and again breathe

let your self- doubting leave. 

Let it fly out on the wings

of trusting your gift brings

you. There is no one

under the sun

best suited to share

all that you are. 

@Laurie Lynn Newman 

Green

What if we 

simply dedicated 

ourselves towards a simple

lifestyle 

keeping in mind that this

planet Earth that is

home

is precious 

and limited

and that our very survival 

depends upon our wise

choices every day?

What if we drove less

and planted trees and

did everything in our power 

to care for creation?

Could we possibly save ourselves

and all else

by our own

united efforts and

sacrifice?

Wake Up

It’s time

to wake up and cast away

the shadow of yesterday’s 

nightmare

and know as you take your

first deep breath of 

the morning

that you can trust

Love

even though there

are real things to fear. 

You are not waking

or walking

alone. 

Pay attention;

see without prejudice; 

and give thanks

for kindness

and love 

whenever it spills,

shining in golden waves over

the crest of the hill

or  in a fine mist

that soothes

the fever of 

anger. 

Wake up. 

©Laurie Lynn Newman 

What We Can Do Now


They showed love

in the most extraordinary way:

they laid down their lives

for the women who were threatened 

by the raging man. 

The women

and the three men were 

going about their lives,

strangers on the train,

until this hate-fueled, broken man

focused his wrath

on the identifiable Muslims. 

When this scene escalated 

the three young men

did not avert their eyes

or move away,

busy about their own lives. 

Instead, they moved to protect

to calm, and care. 

The man with the knife

stole their lives,

but the love they showed

in their action will continue 

to inspire us. 

What we can do now 

is to live 

and choose ways to share our lives,

with similar self-giving

wherever we see 

hate erupting

or vulnerability 

trembling. 

©Laurie Lynn Newman