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| Daley Ranch © Tiffany Monique January 2014 |
"Yes dry souls do all of those things but why to they do those things?"
Fear I think, moves the beauty from a journey
Making it desolate
a dry soul wanders in the desolate plains
of cynicism and hurt and perhaps fear of being hurt again
Hurt I think, disables the soul from proper travel
Making it root
a dry soul unable to move to the waters of life
of forgiveness, of true rest, a perhaps hope of engaging joy
I was a dry soul once, afraid and hurt
Why did I do the things I did then?
Thank God someone brought me water
told me to forgive them and then
the harder work of forgive myself
releasing in the loving, painful pushes
every blood-lined wrinkle
And for my pain and work
my soul is not dead
my soul is not dry
I take every pain and joy with all their weight
and remember my dry days
so that I never - even when living in a desert
live the death that is life as a dry soul
With words, song & prayer,
TiMoHere's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com
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| © Tiffany Monique Montpelier, VT 2011 |
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