Having friends like these
Makes it good to be alive
Once a loved one burdened
Me with my life
Ever since I doubted
Was I made for strife?
My worth upon this earth
Is not mother or a wife
A helper and completer
For those grafted to the vine
All these inner longings
Are a gift from God divine
Now my little angel, rest
Until the day is fine
All your gifts and hugs to give
I’ll gladly take as mine
—————————-Photo by Alexander Shustov
How far could I throw you?
The distance between us grows more and less..
Swamped by rapids and torrents
sweeping debris downstream
eroding every sandbank
every creature’s home of dreams
pulling on weeds and reeds
that populate the banks
irrigating flood lands
without a word of thanks
Such forces here faced
buried deep in to bedrock
a boulder immersed in waters deep
clear water for the flock
The gushing noise it causes
could illuminate our fears
But rather not still water
growing tepid over years
Such solid rock is moulded
constant force of river wide
smooths out all imperfections
buffs the surface to a shine
no watershed moment could
make a boulder weak
one so vast and solid
made from mountains’ peak
————————————–Photo by Beverly Nguyen
Every time I see you I can feel my heart…
Look! you live in a fortress
with stone walls built up high
the workmanship is old
the roof lets in the sky
there is treasure in the mortar
if it all falls in
the slightest gap a way
for new life to begin
a record of your past
lies hidden here within
the mansion in the sky
is quite unlike these walls
Its Caretaker welcomes you and I
and would never let it fall.
Jubilee, for me will be a far more glorious year
Where your heart lies
there your treasure lies too
Give that treasure to all around
without payment or compromise
silently waiting to share in another’s
heart.. listening for a beating or breath
only silence rings.
I run to double the beats in my ears
double the breath to push down my fears
that although surrounded I am alone
They form a ring around me
facing out, their backs do not reply
I fall to the ground, prostate
on the carpet that I laid, soft and new.
Sobbing echoes against these antique walls
as if occupied by many grieving widows
will my soul haunt here if I pour out my all?
I stare at the golden hue
bursting through the retro windows
let the golden rays kiss my face
and forever remember that He says to me
“I love you.”
I feel I have stepped back from a sharp precipice
as I gaze at the crisp perfect circumference
of the moon in full bloom
I casually stroll through the door
return the key to my sanctuary
‘It belongs to me, too’ I whisper.
The honey on my lips sublime
sears the sting of wind chapped sores
The only outward sign of pain
The rest I store inside, until next time.
Call my name
Tenderly
Look me in the eye
Place one hand
On my shoulder
Gently
Ask how I am
Watch me cry
There is a name of one
who is my kryptonite
upon utterance all my defences
fall down I cower and return
to my world of torment
The name is secret to all but few
Forever in fear that the name be known
that all will utter it seemingly innocently
and take me down
revengeful, resentful, trust in few
Is it you?
You are my best friend
I cared for you before we even met
All the unspeakable things
I held out to account
When we pull others up
Out of the mud
It is surely to be flown at us
I wore it well enough
All for Him
and you.
Image source: Chrystal, Rocks and Gemstones: beautiful things found in the dirt.
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