Rachael Carson

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POETRY

I hear the call, coming from out there,
feel the pull from somewhere else.
Here, I lost myself —
soul searching
between the places I know,
streets I drove
to the church where I found Jesus,
and the coffee shop
where I heard his voice.
When did it fade?

I pack the boxes,
load the car,
heavy as my spirit.
Old things left,
new places waiting — a fresh start.
Will finding him again mean
finding me?

RED LIGHT—
Be still.

I call out into the darkness,
feel the wind blow —
I AM

I turn around,
back to where I met him.
Perspective found:
not a new start, just a fresh heart.
Eyes and ears opened —
See I make all things new.


Rachael Carson is a Jesus-loving, French-teaching stay-at-home-mom who is using poetry to process her faith, motherhood, grief, and anything else that life throws at her. She lives in Columbia, TN with her amazing husband and their two beautiful, spunky girls.


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