#22. If You See Her….
Day 6. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!
I lost her some moons ago
We came here together, we gave it a go
And indeed, I did let her have her full say
But only one of us finally emerged stronger
I mourn her loss in a bitter-sweet way
Because I never got a chance to say my good byes
To tell her that the world got it wrong with its lies
She’s neither lacking nor empty, neither broken nor fractured
For in her eyes I see wholeness, completeness and majesty captured
From her toes to the crazy-making pot that’s cooking inside her head
I wish I could go back and tell her of the beautiful road ahead,
So mysterious yet so blindingly glorious!
And so if you ever see her reflected in the eyes of your clients
Or you hear her cries and whispers hidden in a stranger’s voice
Or run into her in a party, on the street or at a meeting
Or in your homes, among family and friends
Or across the room reflected in your mirror…
Be kind to her, be gentle with her, be there for her, be oh so patient with her
I implore you to hold that sacred space for her
Tell her that I hold no grudge, and that I forgive and I love her still
Remind her that she did the very best she could
With the tools she had at the time
That I know now that she held on tightly to her pain
Because hidden beneath it was the warm blanket of her secondary gain
Tell her to imagine the joy beyond the deep well of her present sorrow
Tell her I’m grateful to her for who I am now and who I am becoming tomorrow.
Yes, please be very caring, be kind and be oh so gentle with her
When she’s ready, she’ll show up
One day, she’ll get tired of the drama, the story, the struggle and the loop
She’ll show up and she’ll be ready for any test, any task, any ordeal, any hoop
She’ll seek to finally break out and embrace her pain
To pay attention, get the learning and go through the burning flame!
When she arrives, lost and lonely at your doorstep
All broken and bent, do guide her well
And lead her safely with each faltering, failing footstep
Back to the living spring within her spirit, that eternal well
Let her drink of the healing waters of her humanity and divinity
Embracing the God in her, the blessed trinity
She’s so much stronger than she knows
There’s such depth to her than what she shows
In her heart lies an eternal fire nothing can ever kill
She has the power to break through boards and bend steel
Make sure these words to her you do tell
For it will make all the difference
And lead her to her magnificence
And I should know for I know her so well
For she was me, and I was her, a lifetime ago, you see
Long before I surrendered the fight
And found my way and embraced my light.
She died that I may be re-born anew and transformed
No, not perfect by any means,
Simply better today than I was yesterday
And better still, even tomorrow
The old things are passed away, I’ll never seek or crave
The old me nailed to HIS cross, buried in HIS grave
I LIVE today, able to enjoy the sacred synchronistic patterns of life with new eyes
And I cannot be or do the old me ever again
She’s dead! Long, long gone, destroyed in an instant, along with the enemy’s reign and his deceptive domain
In that sacred moment I chose the saviour’s gift of freedom and cut off the shackles of those ties, a bondage of lies!
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