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TRUTH LANDS IN MY HANDS by Edith Lazenby


 Sometimes all I have slips through my fingers…

And I pray and kneel to whisper my heart so maybe I can stand when the earth keeps shifting and all I can hold onto is a sliver of faith. Loss etches itself into the chambers of my heart. Patience is my staff and hope is my food.

 Every day is a challenge I don’t think I can face and yet I rise, and do the next right thing, as they say in certain circles. The next right thing might be a poem, a movie, a late night with the moon or lots of coffee. Some days the next right thing only serves that moment and the only light it holds is being for that moment the best I have. 

I am giving this now my all and hope somehow to make it to the other side, though I have no idea what that looks like.
Artwork by George Christakis

Truth Lands in My Hands

Sometimes all I know rests in prayer:
Help the love I know to grow.
Help me plant the seeds to sow.
Help my heart to beat the loss to light.
Help me shoulder what I cannot hold.

I fold my hands to touch grace.
I fold my hands to honor hope.
I fold my hands to let go of loss.
I fold my hands for those who cannot.

I kneel on the earth and bow my head.
I kneel on the earth and feel its truth.
I kneel on the earth to know my strength.
I kneel on the earth to reach for the stars.

I whisper meaning into the breeze.
I whisper hope onto the leaves.
I whisper a dream on the wings of a bee.
I whisper my life into the wind.

I plant my feet on the moon.
I plant the moon in my eyes.
I plant my eyes on the sky.
I plant the sky on my doorstep.

I take a stand for what I know.
I know change tells no lies.
I know lies hide many truths.
I know truth will land in my hands.
~
Artwork by George Christakis

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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