Sin and God

I see you tucked away, there in the corner of this epic adventure.
A stowaway undermining, under the guise of love and concern.

I come for inspection, to work, and for respite every couple of days and we lock eyes.
With your back to me, and a mirror before you, I watch you watch me plead hello.
There’s a reason you do not respond to my greetings until the awkwardness becomes too thick to ignore me anymore.

You’re stealing and hoarding and leveraging me and what’s mine.

The awesome view from on high.
The space I’ve created to just be.
The aura I emit.
My ample supply of lust and cinnamon breakfast cereal.
My apathy in attending properly to it all.

Until yesterday, when the doorman warned me, so gracefully, you must go.

More precisely that I must say to you.
When you’re here, you’re not yourself, thus this means it’s time.
The Welcome sign at my doorstep you’ve taken far too far, my friend….
It was never meant for you, you know, I see.
Sin and God told me.

In You

They were both tall and brunette
And, also like me, with child(ren)

Gentle in purpose, were we
We three moved through our space with womanly grace

Believing and knowing life was bigger than us
And yet, still, we seemed bigger than life

That day I felt my foot slip, I stumbled so slightly
My sister in her mind, offered assistance to me

She and I noticed your absence of hand
Upon her, the higher, we felt your eyes land

What was it, we wondered, you’d hoped to achieve
Moving your heart from the woman who’d believed

In you

Lipgloss & Love

Hey, how’s it they do it?
These women, these friends
Surely they’ve some frayed ends?
Lipgloss and love
Their superpower for sure
And they awe me
The really Something they give
At all costs
As Ginger, in heels and backwards
Going forward in grace
All day and always

Kinetic

We look ahead at sixty now
The gander, grace-filled
The graceful goose
Silvery fire, calm
Wondrous!

So we wait and keep walking
Flying, when we’re able
But never again bewildered
If we would not be this
We could not be that

Original thought credit: Ms. Joni Mitchell; “Both Sides Now”

“The Currency of Grace”

Surprised to see the a.m. sun
Afire
Shining through
The door I’d forgotten I’d opened
Left open
To remind myself I’m alive
Praise

A part of this world
Apart from this world
And out of this world, too

Anyway, first, foremost
Tending to all the green
I thought to stop, I felt ashamed
Guilt
For all I’m giv’n, undeserved
But, my friend told me the currency
Grace

Homeward

Why we need the woman-girl
Sharing the storyline

She will save you from yourself
Lest you think too long and hard

Let her show you the world’s flora
Should your day be canvassed grey

Dare to let her lead you
In some season of your time

Teach her of the wonder-workings
To the world you navigate

Wonder then, aloud, fine sir
“Her grace, how might I hold?”