Uncluttered, Exposed and Present: Touching the Unknown (a poem)

I carried so much hurt
a world of injury, so much so that
often I couldn’t breathe.
my chest ached of it. I couldn’t
hear the spirit, blowing windy about me.
wouldn’t heal, my open sores were evident to all.
I      had      no      space left inside
for the mystical, Holy
One to speak.

Making space for God sounds so suspect
(as if)
even though,
often
I was thinking
if God is there, why won’t he just talk
to me?

Then     I    let   go.   I let my fear fly free.
Then the glorious, lavish days
came, spent
listening.
days I look forward to sitting, there.  waiting
a while
setting aside the albatross.
Let it go, though
the grip
I had was strong,
and wrong
The scars ran deep
the pain furrowed my brow and at my core
there was only sorrow.
Now, I touch the Unknown
I am uncluttered, exposed
and present,
open for God to speak.

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5 Comments Add yours

    1. Melody says:

      thanks for letting me know you read. means a lot.

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  1. zandaltwist says:

    Very striking and powerful, Melody. It’s universal in its wording. Anyone who is the least bit honest with themselves can see into this mirror and see their own image. Humbling that you might share this one, and yet I’m so very grateful for you in the process. Wow.

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  2. Kristen says:

    Very moving and profoundly true.

    Like

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