A LOVE POEM FOR MY NEW FRIEND by Edith Lazenby

I am writing from a place of longing…

I am writing from a place of being afraid to believe what I know to be true. Life takes turns and spins and before I know it everything looks different, feels different and is different, because I am different. I like to believe all happens for a reason.

My teacher and healer told me vibrating to love and joy and gratitude brings transformation. I found this to be true. The tears are less often. The shame is not so dark and the anger is like wet sand on a hot day.

So for my new friend, I wrote this. And for all who have loved and dare to love again, I share.

A Love Poem for my New Friend

I am frozen in the moment.

My heart skips beating.

The darkness I knew

Sits on my brow, shadow

Of life lived without love.

Yet the sunlight eeks in.

Spring comes tomorrow.

I cannot move.

I barely breathe.

I fear to believe:

Love can come in a man

Whose hands are strong,

Whose words are true,

Whose faith guides the heart.

Yet I am a like a princess

Made of ice, sculpted beyond

Spring’s light, left on a corner

In the arctic where no one ventures.

Somewhere inside my breast

A bird sings, somewhere inside my heart,

Love lost bleeds, somewhere outside

My mind one comes to build

Fires at my feet, hike the trails and mountains

Of cold to let me know what love knows,

Tell me the secrets of sunshine and starlight,

Let the bird take flight to where love

Grows from the roots of trees, let me

Beckon the faith my heart needs to believe.

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 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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