Simple are my words to Thee

My offering contrite

If compared by mortal’s measure

 

All your gifts are just enough

For me to knead and form

To make anew

And return to You

With love which pleases You

Because You know my heart

 

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My hands, my heart, a camera, and letters from A to Z

Tools for you to use in me to craft a work for Thee –

Not caring about what others think gives me freedom to be me

Yet judging self stands to be more oppressive than earth’s gravity

 

When I believe in You, and not the whisperings of  ‘You are lesser than’ lies

It is as if You’ve hoisted me upon Your wings to fly

To not avoid this world’s realities but to give me a better view

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My will mixed with my wants were flooded with false fears

“I believe in you and I love you.” These were the words spoken by a mother to her daughter who was addicted to drugs.

To save them both she had to let her go. “When you stop using drugs you can come home,” the mother said, and she would always add, “I believe in you…and I love you.”

She tried relentlessly to be let back in to her home but with courage this wise and loving mother stood firm, “No, not until you’re off drugs…I believe in you, and I love you.”

One day her daughter came home and asked her mother if she would take her to a rehab to get help.

Today she is at home, living with her family, clean and sober.

Her story brought me back to my own — And hearing her mother’s words,  pierced my heart as though they were spoken to me by our Mother-God, “I believe in you, and I love you,”

 

I drank and drugged and gorged and spent

Then wondered where the time and money went

Youth, is the time of life they say is fleeting

Never dawned on me to be of value any way

I drifted in a carnival of lost loves and patron saints

Catholic schoolgirl days long gone

Smart enough to figure out what weak men wanted most

Bought me anything I needed to keep the merry-go-round turning

 

Until one day the music stopped

The pintos and the stallions froze

Painted faces, bucked toothed steeds

Wooden and unfeeling, inanimate as me

 

The silence in that moment exposed the terror and the fantasies

For years one voice never ceased but could never be understood

Driven deeper by rising, screaming, damning thoughts

A camouflage of cheers pretending to be necessary for survival

 

Have a drink, a sniff, a shot

And pick the pocket of a loved one

They’ll forgive you; they always do

What they have is yours for you to take

If you don’t, your very life is what’s at stake

You cannot lose what you have already lost

The world owes more than it can ever pay

 

All of this I lived and thought was true

Life was hell so why wouldn’t I live it out this way

 

One morning I grabbed my side in distress

A swollen liver throbbed in pain

With only me, the drugs and the booze to blame

O.D.’s and blackouts, and blocked with bile

I was scared of dying, but just for a while

 

Obsession took possession

The uninvited riots returned full force

The merry-go-round again went round 

Then suddenly, it all grinded down

 

The mob within ceased screaming

The deafening silence became a pool for them all to drown in

 

Faintly a voice from I know not where spoke

‘You can’t continue to live this way’

Another voice rose in righteous defiance

‘Your weekends…The clubs…The dancing…Getting high’

 

The first voice didn’t reason, just simply reassured

‘There’s another way to live, without all of that’

 

I writhed inwardly as though my fate was in someone else’s hands

Until the voice was only one

‘You can do this; You know that you can…’

 

My will fell, my spirit rose

And it seemed the world was not anything like it was before

And I didn’t realize until then, that it was May, and it was springtime

 

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There is so much time I want to spend with You

Just You and I with nothing else to do

However, the world it seems to push and pull

When my soul is simply so content to ponder and design

Poetic works for You that rhyme

All the benefits of what we share never interfere with worldly obligations

When the priority is to be with You in love and oblation

 

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When our thoughts are too much to bear we hold our head in our hands —

 

When our heart is so heavy and feels as though it’s breaking – there are no hands that can hold it –

 

Only the compassionate heart of another can sustain it –

 

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To find some gratification

To satisfy a voracious vacuum

A bottomless hole

Lined with walls of anxiety

 

Groaning fear and nagging doubt, begging for relief

Over-indulgence…A quick remedy?

Disguised to satisfy, only to camouflage its lies

Unquenchably feeding on itself

 

Blinded and misled, on mindless autopilot

Consequences unconsidered, led by fruitless wants

She finally tires of herself

Exhausted by rioting free will; the conscience rises

 

Holy Spirit’s proclamation throbbing in the chambers of my heart

Faith, and hope, and love, and trust nurtures soul, restores new life

Her truth abolishes the lie

From pools of love that promise never to run dry

 

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