Do you call me?

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And do you call me?
And do I hear?
As the dawn floods the sky
With light
I am listening
But do I hear?
Or am I hiding?
Hiding from the truth
That does not fit with
My plan.
My dreams.
My ideals.
Sat here since the sky
Was black
And the world I looked out upon
Was still
I pondered
Nervously.
Unsure, uneasy.
Giving conditionally.
Holding back.
Waiting to see if
I could have my way.
It is too bright now.
Everything illuminated by the
Morning sun.
Nowhere left to hide.
I shut my eyes tight;
What I can’t see
Can’t see me.
Fool.
Looking again
I see the life that comes with
The light.

But am I listening?

You are here

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You are here
Beside me always.
I know
you are with me.
And though I may not see you,
When I stop and breathe
I feel your presence.
When I lie quiet in the darkness
Your unseen arms enfold me
And I hear your whisper in my ear.

You are the peace I know in the midst of the chaos.
You are the beauty I find when all around is spoiled.
You are the hope I find when the darkness descends.
And when I feel ugly you remind me of my true beauty.

How sad that at times my eyes are blind to what you show
How sad that my ears sometimes close to your words of comfort
How sad that the petty distractions of the world obscure your presence
And when worried I sometimes forget that your hands hold me

At those times remind me
that your patient love is mine forever
Your presence with me,
though unseen,
is eternal truth.

 

 

At the well

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A few years ago I wrote a poem about the women in the bible who encountered Jesus. In my poetry journal today the prompt was to write a poem from the point of view of someone in a well known story. I chose the woman at the well.

He saw me.
I had come alone to draw, unseen, unjudged, from the well.
He spoke to me
Asking for a drink from one he should have ignored
He told me
That I should never thirst again – he would make it so
He revealed to me
The truth of who he was and why he came
He knew me
He knew the very worst but did not shrink from me

When previously I had felt judgement,
here I met compassion
And for the first time I felt free.
I found truth,
I found purpose,
And I felt beautiful.