Hard days need soft words
Spirit, this pain, are you me, too?
Move me, O spirit
The softest effervescence
I long to be held by thee.
Meet me in rivers
Of tumult and terror
Strengthen my heart eternally.
Leaves scratch at the window
Colors change for a season
The wind whispers a way.
For though my pain rises
My loneliness reaches
A ghost that wants to play.
And who have I been?
Inherited guilt
Some part of me stuck at a pew.
Ancestral trauma
Prayer sent to the wrong god
Yet, only admitted by few.
A cold wind that blows
The weight of a world
That is not being carried on wings.
Inside the silence
The weapons are mounted
Sharp edges that kill and sting.
No one is coming
Who will be saved?
Even then, where do we go?
What needs transformation?
How long does this last?
What is it that separates soul?
‘Let go’ I say
As I cling too tightly
‘Just be,’ I plead with me.
Loosen the grip
Lifelong hurt uncovered
Allow the wounds I see.
An Earth under siege
Yet we’re still here
Not all can bear to tread.
Alongside the heartless
Those clutching control
That frankly want us dead.
Somehow in my body
A place beyond fear
Arises in me now
Alive in my cells
Centering my mind
A miracle. But how?
Allowance and breath
Innate, by design
Are overlooked too easy.
Invisible space
Caressing this tension
Creations’ love, it frees me.
~VLS