Poetry to Heal
The other night I was freaking out a bit. There are a lot of transitions going on in my life right now, and though they are all good, I don't do well with change. It is hard for me to move into a new season and let go of the one behind me. So in the middle of the chaos I sat down to write, knowing it was the only thing to soothe me, and these were the words that flowed out: I want to shed my skin. I want to scrape it off, inch by inch, until nothing is left but muscles and bones. I want Your water to rush over me to touch my scorched body to bring peace to the incomplete. I desire Your hands so caring to hold me tight as I hear Your voice like the rushing wind whisper new life. I want to be new to be refreshed to not live in the past or fear of the future but to be here now to love here now. I want to be Your hands Your feet but instead I give in t...