Grace Monsoon and Other Poems

by M.L. Cole

GRACE MONSOON

Darling,

don’t go searching so hard

for perpetual peace

that you miss the

fleeting moments of

standing outside with the wind,

damp ground beneath your feet,

clouds hung above, as

the trees sway all around.

And may you never forget

how to smile

when a raindrop

graces your lips.

BEAUTIFUL

Mornings start with a stretch;

then she puts her paws up on my lap

and nuzzles into me as I’m reminded of

poetry, because I swelled and nearly burst.

I let her outside, breathing in the fresh morning air,

and daydreaming of summer afternoons

when we’ll sit on the grayish-blue step,

crooked and paint peeling, while I read,

taking small breaks whenever her furry head

nestles itself into my neck, so perfectly.

I laugh and tell her to stop, but

really what I pray is may you never stop and

may your spirit keep nudging me into eternity.

And there in that moment,

I feel her existing beside me, this

living breathing thing, and I swear

for a moment—even she knows it—

our souls are perfectly in sync.

BESTOWED

Look at the birds, how they soar

through the sun-soaked sky

and quiet evenings with

glimmers of gentle fireflies.

I cannot fly, and I cannot shine,

yet I feel this lovely wonder—

to know they have their purpose,

and I, too, have mine.

M.L. COLE

M.L. Cole is a writer, graphic designer, and mystic at heart with a passion for all things hopeful and wholesome. She creates content to help fellow believers navigate subtleties of spiritual life, discover peace and healing amid deep heartache, while pursuing creativity and seeking joy in the overlooked aspects of everyday life.

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