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air.
speak. what comes out?
power.
there's life or death in the words of your lips. that's great power coupled with great responsibility to borrow the cliche. how than can we say that we are weak if that's what we possess, all of us?
and i'm learning to tame that power in the right channels, to create life where death lingers and to bring light where darkness permeates.
and i will learn, i will learn to love the skies i'm under.
i'm tired of existing in a world that exhales darkness and dwells in it like a poisonous fog.
the darkness screams violent, destroy, because it's easier.
the light whispers tender, create, because you must.
:: oh, you must.
there is more to creating that scissors and glue or cloth and string. there is creating in this place you're in. it's the simple act of brewing coffee at midnight and the sweet shushing song invented to soothe the wailing. it's the braiding of hair and the wrapping of blankets.
it's unity, it's sisterhood, brotherhood, the sacredness of family with and without blood for bond.
exhaling light, life. creating beauty in the simplest of things and the most precious of actions.
and i will learn, i will learn to the love the skies i'm under.
beautiful words, sister. i know i haven't commented for awhile, but i've still been reading, and have been touched by the gift of writing you possess.
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So true and beautifully said.
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God bless :)
I like that last part, about creating beauty in the simple things. Powerful words you've shared.
ReplyDeleteactually of all of this you very last line is what spoke to me...as it is part of my story and challenge...learning to love the skies i am under...
ReplyDeletethis speaks of finding contentment in the wonder of what lies right in front of us, being grateful for the simple things. Lovely post. (I think you would love Wonderstruck by Margaret Feinberg if you haven't read it yet.)
ReplyDeletethere is more to creating that scissors and glue or cloth and string. there is creating in this place you're in. it's the simple act of brewing coffee at midnight and the sweet shushing song invented to soothe the wailing. it's the braiding of hair and the wrapping of blankets.
ReplyDeleteYES. this, this is creation. the nurturing of self and others. BEAUTIFUL write friend. (and i LOVE your playlist :))
this is lush and true. let's love the skies we're under and light them up. glory be.
ReplyDeleteand i'm learning to tame that power in the right channels, to create life where death lingers and to bring light where darkness permeates.
ReplyDeleteMe too... i think i might struggle with this until death, but i hope not. " exhaling light, life." That's what i want to do every day! That is one for the journal :)
agreed and amen - I dig your prose poetic blend
ReplyDeleteI love the way you see the limitlessness of creation.
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