This is my life
that I live to the full--
intense…
precarious…
flashing
through me,
by me, almost.
A memory forces its way through a thousand barriers to the surface of me--
another memory more terrorizing than the last.
And lo! that revelation
slams me into walls
of razor wire and
fire-baked brick,
and rough-hewn stone….
breaking me and…
shattered--
downward--
I scream like a banshee
as into the rabbit hole of sheer madness I fall.
But oh, sweet mercy!
Dear friends and You
and I, my Lord,
get me on my feet again--
knit my brain and soul back
together again.
The truth is up --
the way it feels to me is that
the power of lies took the hard-core fall.
Now I pray to God there is
a more whole-cloth knit-together me.
Does a stronger fabric
closer to the truth of myself,
shimmer in the light of This New Day?
It seems to be so.
I discover one more time the Victory:
luscious fresh freedom
to do The Work,
to find My Way
agonizingly yet inexorably
back home to Love--
back one more time…
to the sweetest gift of all--
(but only by the Grace of God),
the marvelous Peace of God.
I have not perished of this process as yet.
Have mercy, my Lord.
Let it be the last time this little old lady
slides so deeply into hell
that family, friends, and I cry out in alarm.
Amen
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Martha Agnes
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Comments (2)
Gosh this was so intense! Hope things get better for you. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
I really liked the way you invoked the emotions and scenery in this poem. I felt like I was there watching it all happen and experiencing all the pain