Does anyone else get tired Of those who tell you How sensitive they are Those who tell you How intuitive they are Those who tell you How hard it is to live life As an empath Those whose eyes fill with tears As they explain their painful sensibilities Their acute awareness of the feelings Of others Even ants Does anyone also ever feel like screaming “So why the fuck are you so unaware Of my feelings?” Or is it just me?
Month: April 2022
Blanket Faith
Sometimes I just want to be Linus Dragging my blanket of faith everywhere Thumb in my mouth Sucking contentedly on the familiar While walking through the unknown But my faith too often disintegrates Into a cloud of dirt And I become Pigpen
Hopeful
With bows to Emily Dickinson and Gerard Manley Hopkins
If hope is the thing with feathers
– And, ah, bright wings –
Then faith is the greening leaves
And nest-making twigs
High in the branches of love
Rooting down deep
Into my soul’s soil
Hope nests like the robin
Waiting patiently
Wisely
Knowing beyond knowing
Sitting in her nest of faith
That eggs will hatch
Fledglings will fly
Finding other trees
Soul-rooted
That need hope
For awhile
Before autumn’s onslaught
Fells the leafs of faith
Then yields to winter’s freeze
That ices over even love
As my soul struggles
Yet always
Sometimes sooner
Oft times later
Spring’s resurrection
Alleluia arises
Freeze yields
Bare branches bud
And hope wings back
To build a nest of faith
In a tree of growing
Living love
Life and Faith
The maze is beautiful
Lush deep shrubs
Seven, maybe eight
Feet tall
The path is smooth
No sign of rocks
To stumble me
Or crevasses
To sink me
The sun is warm
Not hot
Warm and bright
Not too bright
Right bright
Why can’t I move
What are these cords
These invisible tender tight
Cords
That hold me in place
What was the name of that child’s game
Indian something, I think
That strange small
Accordion tube
Soft and colorful
You put a finger in each end
When you pulled
To free your fingers
You were stuck
The harder you pulled
The harder the tube resisted
Fingers stuck
That sweet panic started
Titillating almost scary
Almost arousing
To be stuck
By such a colorful playful
Bit of nothing
But to know
All you had to do was relax
Stop pulling your fingers apart
Pull one while the other pushed forward
And the stuckness vanished
A magician’s illusion
Your fingers were soon free
So you did it again
Relax
Relax again
And the binds will loosen
Relax and you will
Walk through the maze
Enjoying the challenge
Until the worry binds again
And you forget to relax
You forget
Again
To remember
The loving Family
Mother God
Father God
Brother God
Bound together
With Holy Loving Spirits
Waiting
Just outside the maze
Knowing
You will find your way
Sending
Confidence and love
On the warm sunshine
Laser cutting those invisible
Binding
Ropes
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