When Paper Meets the Pen…

Until the paper meets the pen,

private thoughts remain unknown.

The deepest, darkest secrets lie,

in the marrow of our bones.

Therapeutic is the art of words,

hidden safely behind the lips.

A silent dance, they do perform,

while the beat of our hearts skip.

The transparency that our sharing brings,

does open up the soul.

Forcing us back into our shells,

to reclaim our original roles.

So, until the paper meets the pen,

the world will never know.

The direction of our inner thoughts,

and which way they will go.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Sometimes Gender Bends…

Some people can’t leave well enough alone,

And accept the fact that, to each his own.

What do they care about others choices?

The varying opinions of different voices.

A gender that bends in the opposite direction,

will reflect the truth in its mirrored reflection.

Sometimes he becomes she, and she becomes he.

Who is anyone to say that it shouldn’t be?

The negative influence of unkind words,

of those that are ignorant and rudely absurd.

Because in the end, what will be will be,

Even though some refuse what is plain to see.

The truth that is staring them right in the face,

that would be called, the human race.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

To Know Me is To Love Me

To know me is to love me,

or at least that’s what I’ve heard.

I hesitate to agree with this,

at the risk of sounding absurd.

To know me is to love me,

at least I’d like to believe.

I dare to utter these words out loud,

to those unwilling to receive?

To know me is to love me,

a work in progress indeed.

Please don’t judge the humanness,

from which my faults do feed.

To know me is to love me,

for I’m growing every day.

Like a rare and unusual flower,

that blossoms in its own special way.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

The ‘Me’ I Didn’t See

Lately, I am seeing a new version of ‘me’,

the version that others could always see.

The stature and confidence that escaped my sight,

while blinding others with a presence bright.

How could I not see ‘me’ all along?

My self-assessment so terribly wrong.

The many layers that took years too build,

kept me securely sheltered and unfulfilled.

But as each layer falls away,

with new awareness, I can honestly say,

I like this ‘me’, no arrogance or deceit,

a once broken woman, now beautifully complete.

The ‘me’ I’d always failed to see,

is now someone I am proud to be.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall


I wonder if they realize…

the ongoing struggles of others.

You know…the ones who seem to have everything,

at their well-manicured fingertips.

I wonder if they realize…

the very food they discard with ease,

would be welcomed by those that

find it hard to come by one meal,

not to mention two or three.

I wonder if they realize…

the fancy cars they drive,

without a second thought,

passing by the same single mom daily,

barely missing her, while speeding by her in all their glory,

leaving dirty puddle water stains splattered,

on the one ‘good’ outfit this single mom owns.

I wonder if they realize,

with their heads held sky-high,

that hard times do not discriminate.

I wonder if they realize,

come tomorrow, this could be them too!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Life’s Thickening Plot…

Life’s plot thickens with every minute,

you know firsthand because you’re in it.

A change in scene, an unrehearsed line,

eight lives you’ve lived, approaching nine.

The surprising twists and dangerous curves,

that threaten your sanity and wreck your nerves.

The hidden obstacles, that lie in wait,

to hinder your story and seal your fate.

But before life’s plot becomes too thick,

the characters must change, and you must pick.

You’ve only one chance so shoot your best shot,

to change the outcome of life’s thickening plot.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Poem…The Human Thing to Do

*This poem is based on a real life experience I had some time ago. Please see my narrative post that coincides in “Sunday Seeds” category at: sporterhall.wordpress.com. Enjoy!

As he climbed his ladder, to hedges high,

I could only stare as I drove by.

A daunting task, for him ahead,

How would he finish? I secretly pled.

A job not envied by anyone,

performed under the heat of the hot scorching sun.

When I saw the sweat drip from his chest,

I privately prayed, that he’d soon rest.

How could anyone drive by, and witness his thirst?

To turn a blind eye, simply the worst.

I swallowed hard, as I felt his pain,

no moisture in sight, no chance of rain.

I vowed to return with refreshing libation,

as I sat in the midst of the church congregation.

When I came back, he was still there,

immersed in his work, of me, unaware.

I brought him drink of water and ice,

of which he thought was astoundingly nice.

He couldn’t believe that I had been so kind,

the kindness of a stranger, so rare to find.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Embrace the Joy of Christian Giving

Here is a beautiful poem that I’d like to share with you. It was part of “Inspiration Corner”, a segment that is featured on Sundays during church services I attend. I think it is awesome and hope that you enjoy it as well!

I learned six truths about giving today–

Truths from God’s Word, not what men say;

Truths that teach me how I should live,

And the joy I receive as I learn to give.

I learned to give myself to God first,

My will in His, completely submersed.

I am bought with a price, I’m not my own.

These things I enjoy He’s given on loan.

I respond to God with a joyful heart;

No grudging response as I do my part.

My spirit enjoys a renaissance

When giving freely is my response.

Someday soon I will give account

For what I did with the great amount

That God freely gave to meet my need

And also to give as He decreed.

I learned to release what is His anyway,

To bring my offering on the Lord’s Day.

I do not give to hear man’s praise;

I simply desire to live God’s way.

I learned ever time I receive my pay

To bring my gift the next Lord’s day.

By giving with order and discipline

It strengthens me and pleases Him.

I learned of God’s Promise to supply,

If the well of my riches ever goes dry,

He will never stand idly by

Forsaking His servant until I die.

God can be trusted to meet all our need.

So don’t be afraid to follow His lead.

If you would find joy in Christian living,

Embrace the grace of Christian giving.

By George Cuff

Hold On…

If you hold on tight, just long enough,

things usually turn out fine.

Refreshing is a different outcome,

than what you had in mind.

The stark reality, when it is realized,

that fate always has its way.

No matter how much you fuss and fret,

regardless of what you say.

So just relax ~ let things play out,

in the way they were meant to be.

The pieces will surely fall into place,

hold on and you will see!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

The Sun is Always Shining…



The sun is always shining,

even when there is no proof.

Eclipsed by density of colors gray,

that cast shadows upon my roof.

The sun is always shining,

earth eagerly beckons its heat.

All living forms wait with baited breath

in their designated seats.

The sun is always shining,

from corridors high above.

Invisible to the naked eye,

is God’s undying love.

The sun is always shining,

when rain is slow to end.

Waiting in the wings to comfort me,

much like a loyal friend.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall