Tuesday, May 3, 2011

poetry to breathe fresh

I
am the silly fool
who held expectations of others
and then let it bring out the worst in me
I
am the one who forgot
the nature of the created
and then groveled in my own inability to create
I
am the one who looked elsewhere
for grace unfettered
and then clipped it’s wings with reckless actions
I
am the one begging to again
appear but a woman foolish
and then rest in the
I Am
expectations of creation
unfettered in the action of grace
He is.




you have held me captive
your anger
your hurt
your judgment
of my hopes my dreams my life
and in wanting so much more for you
i have allowed it
and now
the binds tie too tightly
and I refuse them
hungry only
to be purely who I am designed to be
to be
So
Insolent
As to grasp that which He offers me
freely
unbridled
Joy

3 comments:

  1. "you have held me captive
    your anger
    your hurt
    your judgment
    of my hopes my dreams my life
    and in wanting so much more for you"
    I could look into a mirror and say these words to me, about me.
    I don't know what is going on, but I can hear your heart. Sitting here, in my safe, serene backyard, I pray that you will be mighty and strong...that you will conquer the things standing the way of being able to grasp the joy.

    "Without exception...all try their hardest to reach the same goal, that is, joy." --St. Augustine

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  2. Always you, Jackie, as Anne has said; "My bosom friend."

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  3. This is..... amazing. My love of poetry drew me to your post and you paid me in raw emotion.

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