the forest fills with trees
and swallows my voice
too much death
more death than days
the living are
somewhere on the other side
I cannot see
my own life
fills a bowl with sand
I cannot lift
I must close my eyes
or look away
wait
for grace
such is
the price of peace
2011
This shows such separation, but not despair, not giving up. Acceptance. Glad to see it here tonight and I like the title.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chris. I don't like pouring out sadness, but there's a part of this that moves in a way that I don't completely understand, like I need to keep looking. Having your perspective here fills my heart xo
ReplyDeleteI love the background setting of your blog, very creative! Your poem is very poignant. I wish you grace in allowing those feelings.
ReplyDeleteThank you Savannah for the blessing! I'm hoping this blog will be a good resource for giving those kinds of feelings words.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's funny about the background -- I thought I picked a template called "travel" but it looks like it's some old portraits on a ramshackle wall, and just now I switched to Full Screen and saw there's a leather recliner in the lower left corner. I guess the lesson is that it's possible to travel in the mind in comfort!
i very much like "my own life/fills a bowl with sand/... " "wait/for grace" as it provides me with a feeling of acceptance that is beautifully strong enough to transform any experience into one of "peace"
ReplyDeleteThank you, and I appreciate the reminder about 'acceptance' as it's something I tend to resist. But I think you're right. I grew up waiting for God to come and make everything better. I still have faith, just not in divine intervention anymore. But I do still believe in patience.
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