How will you find it
Where will you go
It’s not just outside of that door
It’s not in the sing-song
The hoping to belong
You won’t find it pacing the floor
I suspect but don’t know
It’s there for receiving
If all at once we take a breath
Take one step then the next
To rewrite the old text
And treat it like it’s life or death
The Sun, as she sets, sighs to the New Moon:
“You’ve the right to not love me, but I fell to your swoon.”That Tide, ebbing slowly, seems to tease the gold Shore:
“I’ve welcomed your warmth but I seek Something more.”In the meantime, Earth’s Hearts sense these rhythmic rains;
“We’ll dance, most courageous, with Passion and Pain.”
Nothing? Don’t say it.
It’s everything, this, your breath.
Courage and fear merged.
I’ll summon your smile
You’ll trace the truths on my feet
We’ll talk through trouble
Shhh…don’t repeat this
But I can see the future
And I am not scared
I’m encouraged to channel my anger,
to sit with it. Take it to tea.
“So, you’re real,” I’d say, half looking away, hoping it would not take note of me.
“Is this about the table I bought you for Valentine’s Day?” I’m sure it would respond, looking at me in its superior way. “Because I was sick of looking at the other one,” it’d quip.
Sigh. Seeing its sad state of insight
and a lack of rhythm or kind goal,
“I release you,” I’d murmur, feeling more self-assured, “but I’ll take back my eyes, mind and soul.”
Fear is amazing
It extinguishes The Fire
That isn’t The Plan
I’m learning to walk
like you -but only like me,
with your gentle strut.
shame has one bridge from There to my conscience.
Along its journey, stops at God’s House, creeps into His closet and cracks open His coffers.
Now cloaked in stolen righteousness and with plenty to pay the fare, smiles and slithers down the familiar path.
Suddenly stops. Boom. Bang.
A Heavenly Crew with dynamite and diggers, contracted by courage and prayer, posts: Keep Out.
“Skip Warrior pose?”
That’s not god speaking. Ha! No.
He knows I love This.
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