to be seen and know to the end of your beingarms wide and heart beating andlungs contract with frantic breathing andwaiting for disownment but not receivingit, left confused and wild and slow andknown and known and known and known. shalommeans peace and news that makes wholeto be known is shalom for the whole of yourContinue reading “shalom for the soul//a poem”
inspired by the #challenge accepted on instagram. to women everywhereevery daywondering if your facewill be the next orwondering what will be leftfor you if loved ones disappearI am so sorry for the fear that engulfs your day to day lifeand I pray that you will finda way to thriveeven in the black and whitebetween whatContinue reading “to women in turkey//a poem”
This is a poem I wrote for “escapril” based off of the prompt “Cities”. Cities seem to go by so fast as if the moment that we’re in won’t last unless we’re rushing through it. I want to undo it all. Cities seem to swallow whole the ideas that I had for destination. “Why createContinue reading “Cities//a poem”
Abba, When I wake up to you, Fresh morning dew Still wet on the ground and the sound of your voice Dancing in my ear, I hear you whisper “I give new strength day to day.” Payer of debts, forgiver of sins Wonderful councillor Redeemer and friend One who is just, the one who createsContinue reading “strength to strength//poem”
I want to value you. The side-walk-sitting boys, hands blue from the cold they could not avoid. I want to value you. Short-girl-smoke-filled unsure of where she calls home and desperately searching to belong. I want to value you. Aged hands holding desperately to a listening ear, “please come near and do not leave me”,Continue reading “I value you (poem)”
i’d dream for daysfilling every hour withwishing i had the powerto force beauty into bloom; i am looking in the wrong places for beauty andlife andhope. i want to dwell on you and all that you are andpleaselet my hours befilled only and all withThee.
garage saleshave an ethereal feelto them.seeing someone else’s house spread overthe designated space of earth andsurveying their memories with a host of other onlookers;how invasive it would be had they not invited us.bright neon bold two-thickness type telling the world to come and buy what they are discardingdust stirring and settlingon the sidewalk and overContinue reading “discarding what we never owned”
I lift my eyes upto the mountainswhere does my help come from? My help comes from youmaker of heavencreator of the earth What reassurance is this?That the one who is biggerthan the mountainswho made earthcreated heavenhe is my help- where itall comes from.