My Heart Speaks Here

One Realization, One Memory, One Story at a Time


April 02
I'll tell you about my journey while I'm telling myself, rereading and saying aha! yes! and that is what it was like! Words have magic feet. I like to see them dance. The rest is to be kept quiet because it is sacred. How I watch people and love them never wondering if we'll agree. I love them because they are. I believe in words but they aren't everything. I'll take harsh speech and good deeds over eloquence and little helpful action in the world. There's shades of gray through everything which is one of many reasons I pray, "Thy Will not mine be done," trying not to cross my fingers but keep my eyes and heart open.


Heidibeth's Links
MAY 5, 2012 12:55PM

pouting penned and passing

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All I've got is this deep down whine,
started right after I thought,
for a brief moment, I was first up,
about to enjoy time alone in the morning,
just as I heard the sighing stretches,
creaking boards, soft good mornings
from a ways off and too close.  

Prayer helped, but I'm still lopsided,
take too long to smile, anything but reasonable.
I'm honest, keeping quiet, showered,
feet up, clicking keys, sipping coffee,
halfway between a few silent tears
and the slightest relief
as accurately-reflecting words
line up right here
to tell of the obscuring haze
I'm aiming to clear.

Guess I better wake up earlier tomorrow.

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Better luck tomorrow, heidibeth. Best wishes.
Well done in your usual fluid fashion.
I’m feeling this way too, however it’s my evening I’d planned for some me time and that changed on a dime.