Joy is bigger than happiness Joy is the smile of remembrance at a loved one's grave Joy is the beauty sustained when the flower wilts from the approaching winter For joy is not dependent on outward circumstances Joy is consistent contentment even when you're weeping © Rachel Svendsen 2015
The War of A and B
A and B do not agree And neither will repent In separate rooms they sit and brood Refusing to relent For A's been hurt by B you see When cruel words were flung So A retreated thence to think Upon the words that stung Oblivious to bleeding wounds B shrugged and shook his head B... Continue Reading →
So, It Snowed Friday Night…
I used to hate snow. I used to hate it a lot. Yet this year I've been watching the weather forecast with eagerness. This week my weather app threatened snow again and again with no real results. Friday night I'm curled up beside my husband, listening to him read "Fellowship of the Rings" aloud to... Continue Reading →
The Storm
The winds raged. I won’t say the volume of the storm didn’t shock me. It was a lot more than I expected when I set out with only light grey skies above me. Just a little rain, I thought, no more than a drizzle. Besides, the sea is small and I’ll be safe on the... Continue Reading →
The Ancient Willow
A while back, I wrote up a post entitled What Good is a Roll Without Butter? about my dear brother-in-law Jonathan and how we composed a poem over the course of two days via text message. Another while back, my husband, brother-in-law, and I were out on a jaunt in the little ol' white Honda, and composed... Continue Reading →
When I Say, “I Love You”
You say you love me more than any man has ever loved a woman That's absurd Cliche But may I tell you something? I believe you. I too have run out of words for you Already? So soon? You're too wonderful Too consuming Too perfect I could kiss you until my breath ceased I could... Continue Reading →
Stille Nacht: Silent Night
Vocals by me and guitar by my dear husband Timothy. "What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!" ~Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Merry Christmas Little Angel
Merry Christmas Little Angel, Looking down from Heaven above. Mommy's arms are aching for you, Wishing she could show her love. I know you have a sweeter view, In a painless, perfect place. Half my heart is happy for you, Half just wants to touch your face. God please hold my baby for me, Give... Continue Reading →
Amazing Alliteration Adventures: Act I
“Three thespians.” Sally slowly slid sideways, unsecuring her seatbelt. “These perplexing puzzles are positively peculiar.” She sighed. “This murderer’s MO might make most actors migrate.” “Chief will be chuffed,” Sybil sneered. “He hates histrionics.” Sally shook her head. “He despises depravity deeper and the paperwork pisses him.” Wilma waved from the walkway. “Detectives,” she said.... Continue Reading →
When Family Traditions Go Awry
“Oh and I bought canned whipped cream,” my mother-in-law said. “So if you want some on your pie it’s in the kitchen.” Several happy chirps rang out from the inhabitants of the table. I kept my peace. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth and that nasty spray can whipped cream is more sugar... Continue Reading →
Rachel Svendsen 