No Poem Tonight
I will not write
My soul has not an ounce of inspiration
Only pain…and I will not put words to what is of suffering
I will wait… until God sees me through
Till I fly again in my dreams of waking
Till I see the miracle of what is
I will not write
I will not fight
I will let the light flow through,
Me and all life,
Until I see again
I will not write of how I am breaking open
Of how the reality of my experience is overwhelmingly difficult
Or of how this experience is making me like a child again
I will not write
I will not share what most of us run from facing
The pain and suffering of life circumstances so grim
My perception so dim
I will not write about these times
Only the good that comes of them
…
Touching the pain,
I find the Light
I will write…
…
Mind and world at odds with me
Causing an opening
A wound of the heart so deep
That nothing is left to do but bleed
Bleed out all of me
Along with an ocean of tears
Renewal of soul profound
Reborn as I Am
Pain sometimes equals purification
Renunciation of all that no longer serves
A beauty so deep that my eyes well up with tears
Seeing it all as an old wise man and a newborn child
God is working through all this world
Laying judgment aside
And innocence resides, again, in all life
…I’ll write
But sometimes, it’s good to write when we are in pain. The best way to bleed is through your ink and all over your paper.
I totally agree with you. at times I share these bloody writings and most the time they are just for me. warm holiday blessings! thank you for your comment!