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MY HEART SEEPS by Edith Lazenby


Courage is not only facing fear, but also looking past fear, to see what lies it tells and truths it saves...

Sometimes I sit at a computer in trepidation. The house trembles and I wonder what I will find. 

Truth is not a fact or a feeling. It may rest on love’s heart and walk with integrity. It may stand beyond humanity in ways we can only imagine. Truth can be solid as earth and fickle as wind. But a wind can know stillness and the earth can crack wide open.

Tonight I found a stillness in a crack and managed to balance there...

'The Way To Spoiled Dreams' Art by Brooke Shaden

My Heart Seeps
by Edith Lazenby

I cannot hold on
And I cannot let go.
I walk a path
I don’t know.
I feel moonlight
But cannot see
Its orb midst
The cloudy cold.
My hands tremble.
My eyes tear.
My toes wriggle
To grasp earth.
I want to stand
Tall in the light
Yet fear shadows all.
Inside I crumble
Under the weight
I cannot shoulder.
I wish I were a child.
I wish I was 10 years old
And could crawl in bed
Beside my mother
And know the safety
When dad comes home.
Instead I shred a moment
With words under an angst
I cannot disown.
I take feelings
And package them
Beneath thighs
So when I kneel
God will know
The pew that holds me.
My prayer is silence.
My prayer waits
To hear the whisper
Of angels as I sit
And learn to listen.
I am living between
A present and future
The past unwraps.
I huddle in bed,
Beckoning dreams
To ease the hurts
Only time can settle.
We set the clocks back
Tomorrow night.
But tonight I decide
To light a candle
To show the spirits
I am able to see
And willing to grow
Into what comes
Even if it buries me.

'A Territorial Marking' by Brooke Shaden


Edith Lazenby: “I love to write. I began writing poetry in elementary school. Sometimes I write poetry daily, other times not. I adore Mary Oliver, her way of embracing the light while acknowledging the darkness. I teach yoga full time and find the practice has grounded me deeper in my body and heart and helped me move closer to what I call spirit. I also now edit for Elephant Journal and write for them as well. I live with my husband, who is my best friend, and 4 kitties. Life holds challenges yet with time I feel better able to live in the moment, moment by moment. All great teachers teach presence. I find each day is a lesson in being. The process of writing holds me and I find the craft teaches me something new each time. You may visit my blog here.


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