I like my coffee like I like my men: tall, pale, and sweet -gws
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Tag: poetry
Balance
Balance is not binary It's a sliding scale With infinite possibilities Existing in the space between -gws
Where did you go?
Originally written 1/25/2005
Where did you go? Are you warm? Are you cold? Is there weather there? Where did you go? Was it hard to get there? Do you miss what you left behind? Where did you go? Were you scared to go? Can you come back to visit? Have you tried? Do you miss me? Where did you go when you left me here to wonder? Where did you go when you escaped your failing prison on a single fragile breath? Where did you go? Because I want you to come back. -gws
Walnuts
You used to taste like walnuts Sweet and earthy Now you taste of vinegar and bitterness -gws
Kindred Women
They sang by the well They danced by the sea They shared the old stories beneath the oak tree She mothered the children She tended with care She knew that her village would always be there I listen to wisdom I watch old hands work I learn at the feet that have long graced the earth We women have shared We women have cried We women are stronger as sisters side by side As maidens we listen As mothers we love As crones we share wisdom from all we've dreamed of -gws
Please excuse the mess
Please excuse the mess This house is under construction Held together by scotch tape and string The foundation is rotten and weak And there are bats in the attack Making a terrible mess of things At least the curtains are nice -gws
Words Are Not Enough
I am on my knees Breathless from the radiance in my chest My cheeks are streaked with tears of humility and appreciation And I am humbled by the grace shown to me by those who know me And some who don't I never realized how hard it is to ask for help until I needed to do it Until I put down pride, removed my gauntlets, and stepped aside Vulnerable and scared And let people see I needed them And they showed up They offered in ways I never could have imagined With selfless generosity soaked thoroughly in their love Concerned about my well being and success And not returns and reciprocation It's difficult not to feel like I need to do something Say something Offer something more than gratitude in return So I come here to this blank page to release my love To try to give voice to my gratitude in a sorely inadequate way In an attempt to say, Thank you, to everyone Thank you so much -gws
My Hummingbird
My hummingbird visited me today She was excited to remind me how she told me that everything would be okay Her last visit was to remind me that the Goddess had not turned from me This visit was to celebrate good news finally come How blessed I am to be able to converse with messengers of the Divine How lucky I am to recognize them I will miss her as her home is here, and now my home will be elsewhere She and her family have been such wonderful neighbors and delightful friends I will miss watching them play amongst the branches of the front trees Now they will have new friends to meet May they be good and gentle ones I love you, tiny, shiny friend Thank you for your friendship Thank you for your work as a messenger May your life be full of bright flowers and sweet nectar Warm sunshine and gentle breezes And when you one day return to our Mother May Her garden be the temple of respite you so deserve -gws
Broken Things
I have a special talent for finding broken things I find the problems that no one else notices I find the shards of glass that evade discovery I find the people who silently wish someone would see their pain I do not find to fix I do not wish to mend I do not seek out what is damaged I just have the ability to see what tends to go unseen To really shine a light into the flaws I bare witness to what most people rush past Maybe this is because I'm curious Maybe because I am willing to shift my perspective In ways others lack the imagination for It is a talent and a curse This ability manifests in all areas of my life It shows up in the mundane and in the significant In my tasks and in my relationships I don't know why I have this gift I'm not sure if I'm using it as expected or intended I do accept it for what it is I accept that it brings both pain and triumph I acknowledge this talent I acknowledge its significance I am an agent of the Universe A servant of the greater good Touching both the rose and the thorn The beauty and the pain And being of service to the greater good Seeing what is neglected or invisible Advocating Listening Bearing witness With honesty and earnestness -gws
Listen
A conversation with God
Why can't I hear you? Because you are not quiet. Why can't I feel you? Because you are not still. Why can't I trust you? Because you are surrendering to fear and not faith. I am speaking to you in songs on the radio. I am comforting you when you feel the breeze drying your tears. I am supporting you even though you feel you are falling. I am reminding you that I am with you in conversations with your friends. My love is stronger than your doubt. My strength is greater than your fear. My arms surround you when you grieve. My cheers lift you when you achieve. I know you are facing what feels insurmountable. I know you are grieving and frightened. You must remember that I will not abandon you. You must remember that I will see you through. You are my child. Made from stardust and moonlight. I will believe in you when you do not believe in yourself. I will stand strong when your knees buckle. I will hold vigil when you walk through darkness. I will love you through all things. -gws
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