You like espousing ethics and break
promises in the same breath,
you say you value communication, but here’s the silence I
You wanted trust, but pulled away before we’d even built a foundation
you said you like to give, but push came to shove and all I got was the taking.
trauma is a scary thing
You think it’s gone,
but then you find it lingering
where the nails meet skin
the sharp things live
where the speedometer runs high
when the loud sounds ring.
Complement with this reading: The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma by Bessel Van der Kolk, M.D.
The rain might keep falling
The weather unchanging
but still my soul will keep on singing of your promises to me
you delight in me
that there lie green pastures and a bounty of joy everlasting //waiting at a table for me
Surely goodness will follow, even as this rain continues to fall
And So I Will Keep On Singing
I’ll keep on singing of your goodness, your goodness, your goodness….
Until this rain transforms, these dry bones rise, I will keep on singing of your goodness to me.
When will he come?
Heart beats once/
I quiet the useless murmurs of this heart
“People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.”
– James Baldwin
1 part Pretense
1 part Earnestness
Bubble. Smooth. Leaven.
Add new voices.
Holding onto the promise and truth that my God makes beautiful things out of dust.