Remember when
you dressed my wounds
and told me then
you would always love
our times together
but that was never
what it seemed
as you were always
leaving.
And returning
but not really here.
You were bleeding
all over the place
and never facing
what was true,
never being the real you.
Sometimes you still
call in
to see
what is going on with me.
Here today is my plea.
Hear me.
Stay a while
and listen
to my heart beat
come in closer
and really meet
Trust
Honesty
Tolerance
Gentleness
What Joy that would be
defenselessness for me to see,
generosity to give away
all you value here
and patience now and for all time,
faithfulness and an open mind.
If every word was ever heard
Love would sing
and light would bring
a truly wondrous way to be
living with simplicity.
Written June 4, 2019
Hello Dear Ones,
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my favourite poems and it just came to me after I was meditating. It has a mystery as I ponder what it means on the various levels I read into it..Who knows.
I welcome your comments.
Most of my writings are posted to www.comeblossomcomefruit.com
so you are welcome over there too.
Love Bee x
Bee...I'm surprised that I don't recall ever reading this...It has something of a Viktor Frankl resonance in it's raw, honest yet compassionate command. It has a wholesomely assertive self-possession about it which is uncharacteristically 'Porteousist' which I find refreshing. Thank you so much.
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