the softest wordsLast August I wrote this post, and I go back to it a lot – and other posts written last winter – because they contain such poetic sentiments, even though that wasn’t my intention. I took it a step further and decided to turn that post into a poem, so here it is! I changed […]
Please (written by Sarah Bennett) How could I bear the sorrow of forever, To this I need You to atone. God save the ones closest to my heart, Lovingly bring them home. I cannot live with a burden so large, There are not enough words to describe pain. God save the ones closest to my […]
Reintroduction (written by Sarah Bennett) I am no longer scared to tell strangers that my dream is to be an author, Only the people who know me well enough to say my writing is not that good. Dreams are never big enough for those I’ve yet to learn the names of but crowd the space […]
Dawn (Written by Sarah Bennett) There is a song she sings And it sounds like searching for the dawn. She is alone, awaiting the sun. The light is a whisper And it sounds like God’s arms welcoming her home. I do not say it enough But with God there is hope. My favourite poems are […]
Someone recently told me that I’m good at conclusions, or something like that. I’m good at concluding things. I wouldn’t disagree, but I think sometimes I go too far in cutting things off before their time, for the sake of moving on. Whenever I go away on holidays, the last morning is always wobbly. Knowing […]
I think I posted this poem a few months ago, then deleted it, but now it’s back because it’s one of my favourites and I haven’t posted a poem in a little while. You can read here why I posted poems then deleted them and am now reposting some. Filling (written by Sarah Bennett) My […]
2021 is the year of focusing on my health. Which, when put like that, sounds kind of boring. But honestly, I’m excited. I wouldn’t say I’ve ever neglected my wellbeing, unless you consider neglect to be convincing my mum that a dentist appointment doesn’t have to be every six months. But it hasn’t been much […]
I wrote this poem upon walking around the streets I grew up on, though not the ones I became a grown-up on. The poem doesn’t feel polished, but I thought I’d post it here anyway and give you a Friday read. There is a girl, and she is eleven. She knows what it is to […]
I’ve gone from one floral journal to another. I wonder what thoughts and emotions and prayers and poems I will capture this year. I wonder what will fill those pages. I wonder when I will return to the journal of 2020, and if I’ll like what I find there. I wonder if 2021 will be […]
Christmas is my favourite time of year, and always has been. Not the tacky Santas, you know, the ‘real’ ones that chase you around shopping centres or the ‘fake’ ones that exist as giant blow up plastic sitting outside car dealerships. I love Christmas. Not the consumerism side, but everything else. Memories of coming home […]
