“Fear is
a lie.”
Fear
told me
you would
say that.
Author: faithhealthandmusings
When life offers us so rich a bounty of inspiration, how can we help but to reflect in writing all that climbs into our hearts and takes up residence there?
Peace
You always
look for peace
in me,
like a gambler
places
another
bet,
certain that
this,
this will be the time,
that hope
outwits
your odds.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XX
It has
to be
a great
burden
to carry
my heart,
but one
wouldn’t
know it
by the way
you
move,
unladen.
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XVI
“I hate people”
I whisper,
as I again
reach out
for
connection,
a desperate
paradox.
Shame
Shame
is a burden
so heavy,
you cannot
move forward
while you carry it;
it’s hard enough
to walk
when you’re
confident
in your steps —
how can we
expect to
move at all
while we look
backward?
(How do you overcome times of shame?)
Firestone Friday: Poem XX
I cherish
your
grey hair
and
all of your
signs of living,
because they
reveal
moments, days, years,
that you
have grown
into your own
essence,
all the time
becoming
the most
radiant
thing
I’ve ever
known.
Laughter
It’s in
a moment
of laughter
that the
ice melts,
the world lightens,
and the
heart breathes,
if only
for a second.
Ashes
It was
when I was
dust
that
I was
given the
embrace of life,
so I cry
into the wind,
“I can
scarcely
wait
to be
dust again.”
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XV
Your fingers
are flowing heat,
and I smile
as I wince,
when
the flames
rise
to lick
the back
of my neck
Cause
It is
chronically
exhausting
to care
for causes
and to
carry the burdens
of other hearts,
but it isn’t
nearly
as dangerous
as not.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 