This Moment

7 07 2015

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She leans her head to rest on my shoulder;

her touch – a pulse of life-light waking my soul.

I want to hold onto this moment;

but if I try,

the moment will be wasted on the holding –

another moment to control . . .

an invitation for anxiety extended.

Her head on my shoulder;

a life-pulse offering peace, joy, love;

awakening me to gratitude and gratefulness —

for the joy,

for the peace,

for the love,

for the one leaning.

And in this moment, love flows out to her . . .

to the world . . .

Maybe it is best if I let this moment hold me . . .





Paradox of Pain . . .

1 07 2015

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Pain knows me;

It comes like a thief – unexpected;

like wild horses – uncontrollable;

an enduring guest – unwelcome.

Pain – eliciting a deep soul scream;

taking me to the edge of what I believe I can bear;

clothing me in darkness;

rationing the sweet tones of hope.

Pain, threatening to take the very heart of me;

the essence of my spirit –

of who I am.

Pain borne from the hands of the other –

held in the hands of the other;

In the mirror, a moment of clarity . . .

                        so distant from myself – I am the other . . .

Denial is my drug;

escapism my addiction . . .

I’m not suppose to be here . . .

I don’t want to be here . . .

listen . .

breathe . . .be still . . .

listen . . .

Can I believe this echo in the canyons of my being?

Can salvation come from within what I would try to deny?

From what I so desperately want to escape?

Does Love arise from pain?

Can Love be borne from within pain?

Out of pain?

Is pain’s voice not the final sound?

A portal to deeper meaning – Love…

Pain knows me . . .

but . . .

I’m beginning to know pain…

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