VERTIGO
whispers
where am I
waiting here for reason and meaning
fighting with no strength
against what I don't know
every emotion a multitude riding on a gale
a frightened child, a complete woman
a careful balancing
lest I play too close to feather flames and burn
praying, pleading
God be here now
guard every thought
I'm slipping, falling, no...
no, just vertigo
a fear of being consumed by whatever this is
by everything it is
never have I been so whole
never so deep
notes no different, really
but played with my heart bared
all that I am, groping for words
a child's song from yesterday
bringing then to now
finding tomorrow already there
an awkward meeting, blue eyes darting
from one to the other
wishing someone would speak
wishing someone would reach
would notice weeping willows through the window
and calm the storm for a moment
just for a moment
and give me time to see the willow is me
am I out there looking in
am I looking into me where time stands still
where trinity explains everything
I almost see the meaning
almost touch the realness of it all
there is to be no shrinking back
only diving bold and blind into living and wording
squinting into the sun
blessing the chance to feel
holding blissful confusion to my chest
knowing I will never let go
not till I know why I'm here |
Manna
She banishes the salty tears still glistening on her face
Grappling with her presence in this dark, uncertain place
Absently she tucks a wind-blown tress behind her ears
And in silence offers up to God her fears
She loathes the indecision of which leaf-strewn path is best
As she balances the empty like an anvil on her chest
She lifts blue eyes toward the sky without an uttered sound
And feels His love like manna floating down
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