I think I am feeling just a touch of sadness as I look at the transitions happening in my life. A daughter finishing school, a year passing, finding myself getting just that little bit older, wanting to express love more fully. All of this is happening in the midst of seeking God’s voice about a bigger plan that he has.
Sometimes I want it all to stop so that I can catch up. But, that’s not an option. I do like stopping to write briefly about it.
Sometimes.
Sometimes I don’t like
what I see waiting for me,
When shadows from high above,
Chase the light away
Covering it with rainy skies,
My inside world,
Forgetting the vista
Waiting
For my next step.
Sometimes when my story
Is swallowed by someone else’s
Worries and questions,
I can forget to write
The poem that is within me
Or, the story
I was created to tell.
The splash of paint,
Waiting for that moment,
Held back from expressing,
That sadness,
Holding with it love,
The tear,
Belonging to community,
A question,
Seeking beauty.
Sometimes when I am
drawn to love,
I feel this ache
Of what I hope for,
Holding it gently,
Desiring kinder words,
Sometimes disappointing,
But, always coming back,
To what is stirred up,
By what I see,
When I gaze deeply into
another’s eyes.
Sometimes I want more time,
To ask for forgiveness,
For what I’ve missed,
By not taking the time,
To listen properly,
Or, when I had the chance,
To write a poem,
To splash some paint,
To gaze deeply,
To find a better question.
To take what belongs to me,
To give what belongs to love.
