Are you feeling angry, confused, overwhelmed, weighed down, closed and clamped shut?
Do you find it difficult to stay in Love when things in your control and outside your control start falling apart?
I go through that occasionally and when world events escalate, those feelings magnify even more.
With everything that happened in the last week world wide, the despair of unheard anguishes displayed in violent acts, I have two burning questions:
Why are we not listening to each other? and
What do we need to do to remember who we are?
I don’t have an answer for the first question, but the second question can be addressed through a prayer. So, I felt this urgent need to revive a poem that I wrote last year and here it goes.
Lift The Lid Of My Soul
As the pages of life turn
With tireless changing seasons,
As days roll into years
And life’s Hammer Blows
shut the lid of my soul,
Help me remember
That the deep cracks and crevices
Carved by wind, water and grit
carry Your bubbles of Love –
A hydraulic pressure
to lift the lid of my soul
its ravaged and blemished beauty.