Flowers
help, cut or wild
blooms of
vibrant hue,
also time
rolled out in long
stretches
like bolts of cloth.
Air is
essential, as well as stories
that name in
some way the sharp
corners of
your pain.
You will
want to lay down
on the
floor, to feel something
solid
beneath your brokenness,
like a hand
holding the pieces
of a
shattered vase.
Be gentle: offer yourself
a
cup of tea, a book, a
candle lit
in
silence. Tuck small
moments of beauty and joy
into your heart like a poultice
to draw out the pain.
If you’re
able, wake up
before the
sun rises. Allow
your day to
begin and end
in the quiet
dark. Then watch
for the way
the light breaks
through differently each day;
witness
the miracle
of night’s
passing until
you believe
it’s true.
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Beautiful poem!
Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Joe 🙂
Kelly,
That image of a poultice…yes, beauty and joy…such grace gifts….and like you, I find flowers particularly healing 🙂 Praying you continue to feel God's love and beauty restoring you …((hugs))
Kelly. I'm up this night, unable to sleep, and all I could think after awhile were the words of your poem on the night holding you. And so I reread them and wept, and then, I found this one. Reading it is like a poultice, drawing out pain from my heart tonight. I cannot say how much your poetry is like these "stories that name in some way the sharp corners" of my pain, and I am so grateful for you.
That makes me so thankful Amber. I pray rest for you and safe places for the tears to stream as you pass through this valley.