Can you hear my silent heart this morning, Lord?I am not angry.I am not sulking. I am here among the birds,awaiting my portion.They gather twigs, and bits of twine for their nests. But I have become as one about to take flightinto a great and vast sky,never to return to my former state.
Stirring the soup of this so-called life, seasons swirl in my mind,
glimpses of who I have been, swimming in my consciousness
stirring within a stew of questions, tiny bits bubbling up
swirling in my brain’s broth, one question rising…
as the scales fall from my eyes-
who am I, now?
The Boat I am leaving the shore, in my mind.I’m getting into the boat with you…I have no idea where we’re goingbut I trust that you do. I’ll face the storm by your sidebehind your cloak, I will hide,far from the shore of all I fearinto the unknown, far and wide. I don’t deny thatContinue reading “The Boat”