The past four months the themes in my poems have revolved around breathing in and breathing out. Inhaling love and exhaling life. Inhaling patience and exhaling peace. Inhaling freedom and exhaling love. So much of what we take in nourishes how we live and once digested is what we pour out. Here are a few of my short poems/prayers. Enjoy!
The morning light strikes
to welcome in the day.
Wind blowing gently.
The moments of down time
are so irregular that they end up
being drowned in anesthesia.
Awake! Awake, O my soul.
Can the soul awaken without being drowned?
Can it give of itself without being taken over?
Jesus, I see you now, calling out
to the Father,
asking for strength,
asking if there’s another way.
I act as though my soul feels your very betrayal,
but if only I knew…
If only I knew the depth of loss you experienced
when for a moment you were separated from
the One who gave you hope,
the One asking you to sacrifice,
the One whom you were a part of.
O Lord, thank you that I’ll never have to know.
Disgrace that plagues the unwelcome face
met by the gift of Love.
Awakened heart, pain unearned
where can my poor heart roam?
Do not delight in that which gives the
healing you desire.
I’m not there to greet you.
But here in the dark I wrestle,
a lover’s intimate quarrel.
Producing life out of love
under the sheeted veil.
O Life, I cry for healing
calling loud your name.
Until the release has reached its peak
and I hide back in my shame.
Where is love, it’s ended–
taking all I can get.
And then alone I crawl into bed,
falling asleep with my face wet.
The walls are up and here I lie
But when you do, know it might take awhile
For me to learn not to inhale you
But to let you go
As you are with me
Helping me stand on my own two feet
Love helps loosen, it does not bind
I have my heart to bring,
ready to let in those who are willing to open
gently, and exhale
a part of them that meets the air of my lungs,
to help me breathe life in
so that I can breathe life out
I can smile at life,
healed in my deep by
The dissonant melody
revised to sing a sweeter song
I’m here! I’m here!
I’m ready to be a partner on the journey.
To breathe out life so things can grow
and too find their purpose
In come the words,
then grabbed and torn,
filed into memories of other fragmented lines,
wrapping so tightly they bruise
what’s left of my already tired ego.
Healer–can you hear me? I need Your love,
to hug me and hold my hand.
Unwrap the cords that hang so tight,
that together we can walk forward.
In come the words,
can you set them free?
Creating a new translation.
Love, heal me, and may I listen…