August 16, 2011

TaleƩ

All she wanted was to be someone she can love, someone she can accept.

But when she looked at her life to see what it was, 
all she saw was what it’s not. 
She looked to see what she had achieved, but all that was in front of her 
was what she'd not.
And when she thought upon the place where He is, 
a shrewd voice told her, 
“That’s where you’re not.”

She looked in the mirror and feelings of disapproval and rejection 
slapped her gaze away from the very sight she once saw as 
radiant and complete.


Disquieting was this voice she did not know, 
but she listened anyway.
Don't forget these things: what would've... could've... 
what should have been...


Am I a man, 
she heard in a whisper more powerful than the screams,
that I would leave you to
check out other options, or want something 
bigger and better, 
something newer and greater? 
I see you, 
and I'm keeping you. 
I know your end from your beginning.
Do stay, My fair one; 
remain in My 
Love.


Someday, 
she said to herself, 
I will see clearly,
beyond the dust
of this familiar mirror,
and see myself for the first time 
again.


August 4, 2011

May Be So


What if being stuck is part of the process 
to learning the sounds of silence

Maybe there would be more sitting and 
less squandering 
more reaching and less running away

What if learning is 
a matter of the heart 
instead of the mind

Maybe sleep would be more sound 
and 
the questions left alone

What if the nothing
that is being done
really is 
as worthless as it feels

What if 
it’s not?