I used to think I was alone
here within myself
alone in my struggle to be
who
I thought
I ought
to be . . .
Shame is shit
From toddlerhood we are taught
to hold it, control it, to flush it into oblivion
Yet, try as we might
we are never free of it . . .
My heart’s wound is an old old story /
It chatters in the background day and night . . .
You made this earth in Your image, O God
Ground under our feet, solid and still
In the sacred garden, we rose up out of the soil,
dust children,
and we spend our lives never leaving it . . .
You, God of Life
are the God of Water
Without you we shrivel and die
You built into our design
the craving for you . . .
We who sleep are awakened by your holy blaze
Glory and love infuse the earth with sweetness . . .
Feather on the Breath of God
tiny feather, downy white
tucked under the wing
of mother dove
close to her breast
near to her heart
warm and safe
hidden, obscured . . .
Let us remember and lay to rest
a creature so compliant
that she took the rules
and swallowed them whole
creating her own iron maiden
Posted on January 25, 2020 2 Comments
“How do I know what my issues are?”
Our teacher looked dumbfounded. My perfectly innocent question seemed to stump her. It was 2004, and my husband, Keith, and I were in training to be lay counselors and support group leaders in our church…
Posted on January 1, 2020
I wrote that “For Celeste” poem in 2012 when I was in the middle of a health crisis that had set me on a path of desperately seeking a new way of living, a new way of understanding and treating myself, and deeper healing of the trauma and deprivation of my childhood. I had been […]