hush, hush now,
my darling, my love, my life, husssh,
this worry is wither. is killer.
entwines grating suffocation,
destroys the long yes—
of a life worth living
I am blind to mine—
have it in check until
challenge flies in unannounced,
in light-housed, liquid love, pronounced as care
worry heaves, bemoans herself in taciturn need, in whine
she makes the burden twice
'lift up your hearts!'
'lift up your hearts!'
my uncle, the visiting priest from Texas, says so sweetly
that we believe him,
he believes our hearts into lifting
into loving
again and again
his eyes fully lit
he tells each and every one of us
that he loves us
with such meaning
that it takes our collective breath away
the light in the sky is my pen
the trees hold my hand
wrap themselves around me
Saboteur Provocateur—
send comfort for the road
I'm here to pray now,
I'm listening for God,
tell me that thing again— that you love me
every which way you do
walk within me
go gently on me
breathe warm whispers inside me
so I can live in this ever changing, never changing light
Plage Labenne Océan
I wrote this about worry, I've always railed against its influence in my life. I've seen a lot of suffering come from worry, and perhaps have been blind to my own.
I'm living in the surprise of how life's unwelcome events can have their way with us, tear us apart at times. But how our presence and love can lift us into a higher living. Let me know what you think.
The way you play with words and create sentences inspires me and makes me feel so deeply. Always so grateful for your poetry. 🥲
Such a beautiful read!