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...
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| 'The Way To Spoiled Dreams' Art by Brooke Shaden |
My
Heart Seeps
by Edith Lazenby
by Edith Lazenby
I
cannot hold on
And
I cannot let go.
I
walk a path
I
don’t know.
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.
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| '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.
~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~
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