Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Soul searching


i urge myself

be a candle wick
not a wax

my compass point is here,
there, everywhere

under the night sea of stars
or the open field of grassland

my journey is not over
my bowl is not filled
with answers

but with thorns and fallen
leaves
i love my womanhood- 
i pin a note: 
walk your own pace
and define your own season-

i urge myself

be a grain
of plenty, of solidarity

i join my prayers with you
bead upon bead
of comfort, solace, hope
threading under our skin
a mosaic of belongness
a colorful blanket, stitched with
our different stories

this temple is ours
in this home, i am corner-
stone, like my mother is,
like my grandmother was-

i urge myself

be a raindrop
into a sea of change

my future - welcoming
possibilities, with open palms

my past - sealed  
in a box, marked - forgiven
and dropped off-

my present - breathing 
deeply
the winter air is cold wine
pouring & bubbling last hurrah-
aware of spring's approaching
steps

i urge myself 

be a seed 
planted 
in this garden of life


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31 comments:

  1. I have that feelign sometimes, that 'my compass point is here, there, everywhere', Grace! I love the idea of
    'a mosaic of belongness
    a colorful blanket, stitched with
    our different stories'.

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  2. Oh Grace this is so beautiful. A prayer to the aliveness, to the place we find ourselves in, to all our relations.

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  3. I really love this... to be in today and find that direction... a seed will grow upwards, which is the way.

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  4. This is so beautiful, I like that you are the corner stone as was your Mother, and your Grandmother. Beautiful woman, beautiful words.

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  5. I thoroughly enjoyed this. It felt very mindful. I liked this bit very much-a mosaic of belongness
    a colorful blanket, stitched with
    our different stories, and being a raindrop in a sea of change is so very very wonderful.

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  6. It is good to be a "corner-
    stone, like my mother is,
    like my grandmother was".

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  7. Those beginning lines draw me in like candlelight:
    "be a candle wick
    not a wax"
    And how wonderful to hear a celebration of your womanhood. It has taken me years and years, really my whole life, to come to peace about my own womanhood and to revere it instead of shying from it as something less than ideal. Thank you for this intercession, Grace.

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  8. Have to keep on a urging and seeing what grows indeed

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  9. This reads like a journey that isn't always easy, but there is a prize at the end when we get there.

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  10. That's beautiful, we are all a mosaic of our own roots. Embrace that heritage!

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  11. Quiet strength in this outstanding poem.

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  12. I think you covered much ground and did so with (no intended pun) grace! I especially enjoyed the last lines... perhaps because they perfectly capped what went before. Bravo!

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  13. Oh Grace, so beautiful. I wish I had written it! So many wonderful lines - "in this home, i am corner-stone, like my mother is,like my grandmother was.....be a raindrop into a sea of change." Wow! I love the box marked "forgiven" especially. Wise knowings, my friend.

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  14. The repetition is effective and makes it prayerful. Lots of great lines and sentiments, well done.

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  15. Grace - this is one of my favorites of yours! I absolutely love this part.

    i urge myself

    be a seed
    planted
    in this garden of life

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  16. The unbroken line of womanhood...

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  17. Oh my gosh, what a wonderful way of thinking! I love this. I want to be a wick, too.

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  18. i love my womanhood-
    i pin a note:
    walk your own pace
    and define your own season-

    That is just wonderful!

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  19. Radiant, Grace! Full of passion and yearning!

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  20. This was a real search of your soul. Be a grain, a raindrop, a candle wick....I love your future and your present. Your past took my breath away... it made way for the other two.

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  21. SMiLes.. mY FriEnd
    For whenever
    mY SouL
    Feels
    Focus
    i Dance and Sing..:)

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  22. 'Be a seed
    planted
    in this
    garden of life."

    Those are beautiful lines!

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  23. This is a masterpiece, Grace! You reached deep and shared much in words so lovely they took my breath away. Thank you!

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  24. Whatever words I place here will not do justice to your poem. Your words took me on a journey to a memory, to a journey deep within.

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  25. Love this:

    “my past - sealed
    in a box, marked - forgiven
    and dropped off-

    my present - breathing
    deeply
    the winter air is cold wine
    pouring & bubbling last hurrah-
    aware of spring's approaching
    steps”

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  26. be a candle wick, be a grain, be a raindrop, be a seed - the creation of the self - wise words, so good.

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  27. This poem is a shining star, Grace. Candle wick, mosaic of belongness, raindrop into a sea of change, and a seed in life's garden. Every line in this poem took my breath away. Truly a masterpiece.

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  28. Another gorgeous piece from you. 💙👍

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  29. A fantastic use of repetition. The close on this is brilliant.

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