Epitome

An invisible rainbow

Felt but not seen

Washed by rain

Pure and clean

 

A quiet bird song

Soaring softly

Shy but strong

Continuing courageously

 

The clouds at night

Gray and silent

Changing with wind out of sight

Intoxicated by forgotten sun

 

Enduring hillsides

Moving with the seasons

First green, then brown

From dust to ashes

 

I am creation

My heart and mind

In collision or harmony

Being created, I exist in kind

 

I fight, I love

I feel and also weep

I laugh, I thrive

My life – God’s to keep

 

Emotional Ears

Do you listen to emotion

Can you hear the sound of feeling

Do you hear what I say

Or do you hear what you want me to say

Do you see me as I am

Or do you see me as who you want me to be

Do you actually listen

Or do you just watch my mouth move

Do you actually see me

Or do you just hear the sound of my words

Do you see my silence as weakness

Do you see my few words as simpleness

Do you think I’m wrong

Because you don’t hear the words you think I should say

Above all, do you listen with gentleness

Do you hear with compassion

Do you feel with empathy

Please do

Broken Glass

If mine was a religion of guilt

I’m glad for the dark days that broke me away

 

If my God was boxed up in legalism

I’m thankful for the pain that tore me from that illusion

 

If the Christianity I knew was a life of fear

I’m grateful for the deep depression that proved that kind of existence was not livable

 

If the faith I held to was obscured by obligation

I’m content to have gone through the fire that burned it away so that faith could remain

 

If my belief system was cold, close-minded and unfeeling

I accept that the overwhelming numbness and intensity were well worth it to be rid of such things

 

If the way I experienced church was only in should’s, should not’s, ought’s and ought not’s

I see that the hurtful years shook me to my core so that I was finally able to see that God is love

 

If it was power, control and conformity that was “good”

Now I’m accepting the hundreds of days spent in doubt, questions and chaos that destroyed all that destruction in my life

 

If it was all self judgement and hate

I embrace the God who made and accepts me the way he created me