I will be mindful of the act of loving you every day of my life.
I will keep my eyes open to the treasure that you are, allowing room for your individuality and your own uniqueness.
I will embrace all of you, the dark parts along with the light, because together, those parts create the being that I love.
I will accept you, respect you and admire you, and if something comes between us to make me stumble with this, I will go to you and ask your help with my struggle.
When I’m hurt, I will believe in your love for me; I will bring you my hurt, and together we will grow from it and put it aside.
Together we will work, we will play, we will laugh, we will grieve and we will find our way.
Together we will live gratitude.
Together we will touch love.
Occasionally, things will incessantly nag at me that seemingly don’t make any sense. But who ever said Soul and Spirit were supposed to make sense? So usually, after some time, I just do it and it’s only after doing it that I have the epiphany of realization.
Such is the case with the poem I wrote a few weeks ago entitled Gleaning Soul. The idea kept nagging at me that it was really two poems in one and I needed to split them. So today, I sat down to do that and Perfect Time and At The Pike are what resulted.
I hope you enjoy them! ~Lisa
On the one hand, it is surprising to me when I look here and see my last post was over 5 months ago, but when I am really honest about it, it’s not surprising at all. The start- up of a new business is all the fuel this workaholic needs to be off and running, neglecting people that are important, all the while thinking someday I will get back to them.
I know in my heart “someday” never comes, but I still do it anyway, I suppose because I take life for granted and assume because I had a yesterday, I will have a tomorrow, too. It’s no wonder that I often feel off balance. I am usually straddled between yesterday or tomorrow, but very rarely in today.
Today, I am really disgusted with my workaholic habits. And it is usually in times of pain that poetic words come spilling out of me.
Gleaning Soul is what came out today. I hope it reminds you of what’s really important in your life!
This is a poem I was inspired to write for a friend grieving the loss of her mother.
Click Here In This Cloak to read it.
Well, I thought this poem was only appropriate to post on a blog called LifeWonderments!
I have discovered that feeling my feelings, as archaic as that may sound, is an important part of healing. My feelings about old wounds or past transgressions are not always pleasant, but stuffing them is even more unpleasant and the result certainly isnâ€™t anything worth writing about.
The result of feeling my feelings is that I am left Free to Wonder, not worry.
I hope you enjoy this poem and that it inspires you in just the way you need. ~Lisa
When I am feeling particularly uncomfortable in my own skin, I can reflect on this poem.
At the time I wrote it, I was coming to terms with the realization that it was ok to Be Just Me.
This was the first poem I ever wrote in my whole life. I often will find solace in music and these words started coming to me as Ronn and I were making a road trip to San Antonio listening to music. It was a very strange feeling at first, to feel words coming out of me that I knew were not my own and feeling like I was going to bust at the seams if I didn’t pen them. Quick, Hurry, Get Paper was the only acceptable response. Demanding little things, they are! Really, though, this description does not do the experience justice, but it is the best I can do with the words I that come to mind right now! I hope you enjoy it!
Click This World That to read my first poem ever! ~Lisa