Sunday, November 3

Earth Tied Feet

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Day falls into night
and night into day
and this dread, heavy feeling
follows and falls in shadow,
frisking fingers through my hair
till knotting
and twisting
it winds itself
deep

Deeper
into the depths of dreaming
it preys upon peace.
Upon my bed, toss and turn,
dreams toss and churn
on the jumbled sea
of what has already been
and possibilities of
what might yet be

Be.
Be everything you ought to be
Written like a prescription
and handed me
Be mother
Be lover
Be she:
the Proverb queen
of perfectly poised
impractical
perfection.

She:
whose shoddy resemblance I wear
and remove in my dreams,
shaking dread from
my shivering shoulders
under which smolders
the girl I was
and who I'm created to be
In Him.

In Him
I am she:
girl lost and redeemed
revealed as mother
and lifelong lover,
pursued, protected
never neglected,
cherished
running my way Home
fast as these earth tied feet
will carry me.
 

3 comments:

Annie said...

Well then. Now I am crying.

Yes, these words of yours are true.

~ Shannon said...

I'm speechless, Hannah.

Thank you.

Blessings,
Shannon

Anonymous said...

Touching... <3

Jo