I never intentionally write poetry, but sometimes it just happens as I write my personal journal. Here is one I’d like to share with you:
I am like a stew thrown together
Meat, spices, vegetables – by handfuls –
Each having a flavor and meaning of their own.
A pot that is me
full of the daily nitty-gritty
chores, events, people,the touchables and the untouchables.
I have learned in my years
that, given time,
all blend together into “savory”.
Needed is time for the stew to stew,
This is the great tribulation.