Tag: faith

Despite the wind,
which grows quite strong tonight,
I lay just fine inside
my cozy room,
Embracing subtle happiness,
like Spring,
Forgetting all about
the night’s shadow.

Until my eyes
cannot stay open.

I’m letting my subconscious
-ness let go.
You’re blessed if you
discover such a thing.
My soul is like a garden,
late to bloom,
Dancing with ink
againt the candlelight.

For many years, I’ve
held, subconsciously
To many things, it’s been
too many things.
Tonight, my eyes are
heavy, but I’m free.
No longer running from
those many things,
From all those heavy weights
I didn’t see.

“Waiting for Your Spring”

Afraid to lose what
you’ve been hoping for.
Your face, it wears the
seasons that you bear.
Can one forget the feeling
of the sun?
Again, fearing to let
your heart’s hope bud.

Again, you pray,
please God,
don’t take this away.

A frosted branch
puts forth a tiny bud.
Its leaves have never
grown to see the sun.
It wanes as Winter
lasts another year.
Your garden’s never grown
a rose before.

“Is it Time?”

For one night, shall I
grant myself some sleep
And lay me down upon
this lily bed?
A sickness streak is
finally, now, done.
No longer hunger leaves
my stomach light.

And I’m at
a loss for words.

My heavy eyes are
ready for respite
As evening shade sets
in after the sun.
Tonight’s soft musk
intoxicates my head
To, now, allow myself
good news to keep.

“Spring”

You’re unawake in
disappointing dreams
As if your day to dream
has long ended.
Been wrecked by things
you never think will come
And learning to accept
those which you fear.

Until that first heartbeat.

When weights slide off
your shoulders like a tear
And, suddenly, your soul
arrives back home.
Old realities are
now suspended
While you sit,
it still hasn’t hit you yet.

You’re unawake in
disappointing dreams
As if your day to dream
has long ended.
Been wrecked by things
you never think will come
And learning to accept
those which you fear.

Until that first heartbeat.

When weights slide off
your shoulders like a tear
And, suddenly, your soul
arrives back home.
Old realities are
now suspended
While you sit,
it still hasn’t hit you yet.

An effleurage between
sheets of my heart,
Joy macerates in barrels
of the soul.
Or like a baby growing
in the womb.

Why, self, are you
so downcast?
Because I’ve been hurt
so many times before.

Though tiny buds of joy
begin to bloom,
My brokenness takes time.
I’ll be made whole,
Accepting that the clouds
one day will part.