Annas-Bird-Bummingbird-Perched - Pixabay
Oh How Sweetly
Trying to find my way back.
Working through the layers that harden,
the vines that cling.
Out of touch with my ability to fly,
I wait for an epiphany
to launch me upward in freedom.
I'm thirsty, I do not feel my skin.
Why do all my sorrows
Bounce off me like so many raindrops?
I'm hovering like a hummingbird
over your flower of grace
and yet I cannot drink.
I've lost my vision.
I have no program to fix this.
So I will write to you, my sweet, my love.
I will write it all -
the confusion
the fear, the emptiness.
I will write until I lose all the me-ness of things
Until my heart speaks just to You,
And maybe, just maybe
I will be feeling
sometime soon
(oh how sweetly)
That you've not just
come back to me …
But that you've been there all along …
Jennie Hansen - August 22, 2011



