Enough

The wind whips around my face

Can she hear my cries

Over it’s

Lawless mayhem?

I have forsaken

Confusion

And it’s aching consumption

Of life that is meant to be mine

She answers back through

The whispers of the storm

No longer raging

Still it carries on

I give struggle over

To the iron grasp of this gail

And stand firm in dignity

Allowing it to melt the mud from my face

My back

My shoes and feet

I smile at the sting of bare

Naked

Being

On my face

I let it bite my arms

Chill my spine

And warm my feet

Devour my falsities

If I cannot find Enough

I will simply

Become Her




Ode to Enough

They told me

I would find you

In the arms of

Other people

In being loved

Approved

“Good”

In the reflection of their pupils

Yet the only place I’ve ever found you

Was where I wasn’t looking

In pain

In grief

When the rod of truth

Rolled itself down my spine

Never easy

But my God

I feel I’ve never eaten before

Blinking in the morning light

Lingering in

The space between

Light

Always light

Watching him pour over creation in undying

Glory

Rage

And giving my life away to those who need it most

Endlessly letting go

Of what I’m not

Service of self

And others

Simple moments of plates

Guacamole

Rice

Soap and water

Oil and laughter

Painting ourselves with joy

And beauty

And color

To hearts content

Creation!

Oh my Love

If there was ever evidence

That I am built like my creator

Nothing feeds me

The same as making something

That didn’t exist until I thought of it

And put my hands to work

Rhythm

Blood in my veins

Holding me up

Drums

Footsteps

Under me

Over me

Around me

Flapping wings

Chaos screaming

I will not be contained

Death

My dear, my bosom friend

Exploding each moment

With endless flavor

Insects

Small friends who I find

In unexpected moments

Usually when I need them

Always down for play

Reminding me that my world

Isn’t the only one

I listen

For Enough

Until I hear the heartbeat of Mother herself

She is

Enough

Author:

Mother of 5, daughter of God. I love music, dancing, improv, laughing, living, wilderness, and people in general. Soft things and sleep are pretty magical.

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