Beginning again

 Here I am, at it again. Again yet, trying to... oops, I am not supposed to say that, damn, not supposed to either, or should as these are death words, "trying, should etc.", condemning all condemning. "Let your yes be yes and your no, no." Simple and just enough.

Something I wrote today: 

Burden you took

Cloak So heavy, from my shoulders

It had absorbed into my flesh

In my then understanding of 'god'

Of life

Of Purpose


No I have been reminded so many times

that it is seeping into old things too

Jesus, "My burden is easy

My yoke is light"

Why would His, Their burden for me be...

Heavy?

I had buckled under that weight, thought I was getting some great 'gift from god'

What were those gifts anyway? 

Healer

Prophesier

etc. etc. etc.


Later a whisper upon sleepy lids at my bedside, "May I give you a gift?"

And it was always a lessening of my burdens, never an increase

Though these came through fire, as it where

Past remembered, past set free

 one step, incrementally, one at a time


The invitation comes like a whisper again today


"Come to the river

put yourself 

on Our hands,

lay back..."

a hand at your shoulders, 

a hand at your back,

hands under your knees..."


You are supported, floating

The mantle... floats away, 

off of my shoulders,

over my head..

I too am letting it go..

off of me

What now?

I feel a little cold without it

I have to talk about that too.

"Write the milestones down,

remember them to your children, when you pass this way again"

It was said to the Israelites of old.

Write these down too

Writing down

just the pain

There has been enough of that

for today. 

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