Tag: hope
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Blessed are the Fathers
Blessed are all the FathersWhose heart grew two sizesWho came apart andCompletely undone Who felt the planets shiftIn the most beautiful thingThey have ever seenPlaced, safely, in their handsThrust in their chestSkin to SkinHeart to Heart And were suddenly,Formed anew. Blessed are the FathersWho have taken up the mantleOf ‘Father Figure’In ways planned And in…
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On different limbs.
I imagine RejectionBeing much like a treeWhose limbs sproutIn different directionsOfferingVarious secondary EmotionsWhose leavesCause furtherDisharmony. You’ve hung yourselfOn the branchThat says DepressionWhile I’m stuck On the oneLabelled Anger. I’m using every tool In my boxHack, hack, hacking AwayKnowing the fall Is fatal.Surely,We’d both be saferJust to climbBack down. But I’ll cling to my limbAnd you’ll hang from…
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I have.
I have been through the wildernessAnd waitedI have heard the small, still voiceI have had its peaceFill meI have been pulled from the miry clay I have been in the fireAnd I was not aloneI did not burnI was not consumed I have been temptedI have failedAnd I have been redeemed Set free by graceSet…
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Can it not be redeemed? Some thoughts on grief & shame.
It is funny, isn’t it, how events, dates or seasons in the calendar can be marked with a certain mood for us. How they become marred by the shadow of a specific experience. Birthdays for me have become a little bit this way. At first I thought, no birthdays with kids just hit different. And…
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What do you name your coffee machine? On Control, Surrender & Obedience.
I have been thinking a great deal about Hagar of late. The context for this is a little strange, I’ll admit, but bear with me (yes, I say that a lot). We are grateful to have wonderful cafes in our area. Including workers who take time to learn our name (more than some co-workers do!)…
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Oh Sweet January – on goals and expectations.
Have you ever wondered how our good, thoughtful goals turn themselves into burdensome expectations? How our plans, instead of being attainable and joyous, have become a weight to bear? As I have been reflecting on the burden of expectations, I keep hearing the line “not all experiences are good, Bianca!”¹ Except, let’s swap out ‘experiences’…
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thank you.
There is no Thank youFor a job well doneNo hand reaching downTo pull us out of the graveHappiest still -If we stayed buriedFor all our mistakes. What made us thinkWe’d get accolades For doing good on this side of forever? Back bent and wearyIt is not for reward We tirelessly whisperShuffling forward, forging the pathreaching…
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steadfast.
SteadfastOr crumbling to defeatThe differencebetweenStaying the course and relentingPowerlessto fear of change.Do we stay the course when the road inclinesgrows roughbeneath our feetOr turn backlooking for a lighter courseone that does not ask for resilience Or Challenge us,demand that we grow.Steadfast – Not an enticing wordStaying the courseNot oft observedBut we dare to wander the…
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A bit on Labels & a lot on Grace
On our journey of self-awareness and introspection, we’ll discover many labels. Some we’ll affix ourselves. Others will be given to us. With each we need to tread carefully. Our language of labels can be incredibly unhelpful. A sign of maturity is our ability to question these labels, before firmly fixing them in place, if we…
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weary.
We are weary soulsCarrying the weight of a weary worldCrushed by the taskDoubled over and going under. Trying to come up for airWhen another wave pulls us underLapping lost in the vast seaUnsure of the horizonSurrendering to the darkTo the depthsTo the possibility of nothing. Drained to the point of depletionEmpty.A hollow vesselMoving absently in…
letters and lattes 