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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I have that feelign sometimes, that 'my compass point is here, there, everywhere', Grace! I love the idea of
ReplyDelete'a mosaic of belongness
a colorful blanket, stitched with
our different stories'.
Oh Grace this is so beautiful. A prayer to the aliveness, to the place we find ourselves in, to all our relations.
ReplyDeleteI really love this... to be in today and find that direction... a seed will grow upwards, which is the way.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, I like that you are the corner stone as was your Mother, and your Grandmother. Beautiful woman, beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteI thoroughly enjoyed this. It felt very mindful. I liked this bit very much-a mosaic of belongness
ReplyDeletea colorful blanket, stitched with
our different stories, and being a raindrop in a sea of change is so very very wonderful.
It is good to be a "corner-
ReplyDeletestone, like my mother is,
like my grandmother was".
Those beginning lines draw me in like candlelight:
ReplyDelete"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.
Have to keep on a urging and seeing what grows indeed
ReplyDeleteThis reads like a journey that isn't always easy, but there is a prize at the end when we get there.
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful, we are all a mosaic of our own roots. Embrace that heritage!
ReplyDeleteQuiet strength in this outstanding poem.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteOh 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.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition is effective and makes it prayerful. Lots of great lines and sentiments, well done.
ReplyDeleteGrace - this is one of my favorites of yours! I absolutely love this part.
ReplyDeletei urge myself
be a seed
planted
in this garden of life
So many wonderful words here!
ReplyDeleteThe unbroken line of womanhood...
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, what a wonderful way of thinking! I love this. I want to be a wick, too.
ReplyDeletei love my womanhood-
ReplyDeletei pin a note:
walk your own pace
and define your own season-
That is just wonderful!
Radiant, Grace! Full of passion and yearning!
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteSMiLes.. mY FriEnd
ReplyDeleteFor whenever
mY SouL
Feels
Focus
i Dance and Sing..:)
'Be a seed
ReplyDeleteplanted
in this
garden of life."
Those are beautiful lines!
This is a masterpiece, Grace! You reached deep and shared much in words so lovely they took my breath away. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteWhatever 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.
ReplyDeleteLove this:
ReplyDelete“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”
be a candle wick, be a grain, be a raindrop, be a seed - the creation of the self - wise words, so good.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeletehi Grace.
ReplyDeletethis is so beautiful!
Another gorgeous piece from you. 💙👍
ReplyDeleteA fantastic use of repetition. The close on this is brilliant.
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