Feb 062010
–Matriz
Rain, my heart is bursting
Tears, for my son, my helper
So many deaths this week
Passing us by, leaving us behind
Grandfather, Grandmother, Mother
They remind us that all will pass
Nothing stays the same, we too
Must change to meet the seasons
So my heart is full of crying
Also of worries, of missed words
Unexpressed, awkward, feelings
So much to say, not able always
to make myself heard, understood.
This life takes courage, to go on
To speak up, not worry about the
Surface, dive underneath, go deep
I ask Creator for help, and stop
To break in the Sky, its clouds,
The Earth, its aroma of dirt and grass
And remember the blessings.
YES!
Mercy, mercy, mercy me!
To ‘fight’ to keep it simple (strange as it sounds)
so that functioning is possible…
the ultimate struggle
while all around is in such havoc.
Is this what living is?
I am inclined to think so.
To ‘fight’ to keep it simple
so that we may be ‘good enough’ instruments for others,
and in that, this effort is reciprocated
(sometimes unnoticed)
and your cup is filled
just enough to take another step forward…
Thank you. <3
… and …
isn’t it interesting about the The Earth, its aroma of the dirt and the grass … how it enables, even at the most difficult times, a bit of respite; a moment of peace …
<3