Tag: poetry for the soul

My One Confession

My One Confession

In this dark hour
when my life
pride would devour,
I know
I can do nothing
no matter what I own
no matter my great feats
I cannot heal
without my Sustainer.
I am industrious
smart
know all - 
But Father,
I can do nothing
be nothing,
except by your grace.

Accept

Accept

Accept you know
but do not know.

For when we don't know
good things will come.

When we look around the corner too soon
We may fall into a trap too deep.

There is no esculator up these mountains
only the wind to carry us.

Accept that you can't know
and good things will follow.

Letting Go

Letting Go

Why is so hard
to let go
of the worst of you?
Why do we cling to things
that mean us no good.
We battle the demons
that have no power
because we holder tighter
to things that would devour
the progress we made.
Why is it so easy
to make ourselves small
to crawl when we could run
to bow
when we could stand tall
unmovable
unbreakable
unstoppable.

Repairer of the Breach

Repairer of the Breach

Will you take this on?
Will you fight?
Will you do what os right - 
even while they tear at your flesh?
Will you answer the abeng of your heart
the haunting sounds of the drums
as they speak to you of what's to come?
Even when they tell you of dangers
lurking in familiar places.
Will you breach the electric fence
and break the dam
so water can flood the land
again?
Will you take that stand?
Or will you sit
drowning in your own spit
as you reach for rotting morsels of flesh?

Will you embrace your destiny?

Will you be the repairer of the breach?

I Stand Corrected

I Stand Corrected

I stand corrected,
for now I truly see,
the breach I have committed
in not seeing your humanity.
I am better than the Pharisee - 
is this not true?

I stand corrected, 
for my shaky legacy
of misguided hurt
that led me to bury you in the dirt
when I cast the first stone
instead of bathing you in the light.

I stand corrected for my part
in not seeing the treasure you are,
in my chest filled with duplicitous art.

Family

Family

Family,
they are a peculiar lot
who love a whole lot
but certainly not enough
for those who stray too far.
They give with all their might
once you give them delight,
but none of the real stuff
that truly matters at the right time.

Family,
a curious set
that can at once love and detest
those that test
and disgrace,

"but we are blood".

Family,
are most perplexing a breed
for they have the power
to kill your dreams
but never seem
to realise that they
are at the centre of your demise.

Family,
can you ever escape them?
Do you wish to?

Keeping it Real

Keeping It Real

I have been designed many times:
who I am
who I should be 
who I was meant to be.
But none asked  
what I am to me
what I was meant to be
or what I see in me.

They count the years
and fuel my fears
with their unasked for expectations.
No one seems willing
for me to be me -
They will say they do-

      There is the lie.

They can't handle the truth of me.
And so they see what they want to see
the maddening fever of their mirage.
So
they polish up and shine
the me they designed
and leave me to languish,
wasted 
dusty
on the shelf.
There I sit
after having been split
by good intentions
and kind words,
struggling to reassemble myself
while you nurture a leprechaun elf.